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Thursday, November 12, 2009

I like doing this as a kid, the ticklish rumble at the back of my throat feels gooooood.

Everytime when I complain a tad too much (HAH) I sort of feel squirmy and bad that I cannot see the positive sides of things.
Now I firmly believe that it was my genes that cause me to fall into this.
I plugged in my mp3 and sang with all my might, until I cannot hear you complaining anymore.
Tired, yo.

Tmr is Campus Care Network day, whereby everyone is subtly wheedled into participating.
Okay I better save my excellent writing skills for the yet another 1000words I am supposed to write by tmr as well.
>: (


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