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I.

Cheryl.

Sweetpea.

Shoot, sexaye!



Vain vintage.

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Thursday, July 21


vagrant.
i;m a goddamn vagrant.
lost, insane, searching.
where, oh where, do i stop.
and how do you move
when you;re still tied.


cjc charity dance
is damn lame. bounce bounce?
seriously man. mass dance?
mess dance, more like it.
some dancers make it look relatively okay.
(yes, the other some should just
stick to their mirrors at home, really.)
made me realise dancing is an art, afterall.
i used to attribute it to courage,
or the lack of it. until i tried. haha.
yes, it involves skill.
so why make me dance when
it makes people cringe.

hey
congrats to
the canoeists - finals!
all the best for tomorrow.
i wish i could go la, damn.

school sucks.
no mood to study.
and got econs and phy mock next week.
they expect us to study the whole j1 syllabus
in less than a week.
madness. honestly.

ayeeeeeeeeeeee, i hate being alone.
brings out the loser in me.
oh, yeah, i know its always there.
just makes it a little more obvious.
hi, loser.


and see you.








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