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.Wednesday, November 11, 2009.

my schedule is fully booked.
its really, everyday happening with a(n) event(s).

i want kitkat now...cause i need a break ._.
how awesome ):
currently, im just busy with band exchanges and primary school band.
and thoughts if i should go for the 'outside' one.
its like all the way to serangoon, and sometimes after band practice -.-
i'll be rushed like shit.
and im not even confirmed if its every saturday ><

i don like i have the time for class gathering too.
hmm. and i still don hav the time to pass the money -.-
see, filled. full. totally. and i have to wake up in this shitty night just to open door.
and as you can see, im awake. like totally.
no one's online -.-
how great.
its really torturing to get the same dream 4 times in a month, waking up almost wanting to cry.



iloveyou
always.
2:28 AM