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now THAT was legen... (wait for it..)
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I want to run to hougang, right now. Bleargh.
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I wonder if you feel the need to be joined at the hip with me as i do you. This is unfamiliar territory.
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@pa_anoid oh so i'm quantity la. pfft.
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Scored 3 children's music books in spanish from one of my students. The illustrations are ace too! Jackpot much?
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@afimomogum what the fuckery! i wanted to celebrate it with meaningful 1000th post but i was all emomo. fail.
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I have finally finished fixing id3v tags for 285 albums i took from johan's hard drive. Feeling rather accomplished (H)
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Have a horrible feeling that 6 months of yang finally ran out. It's about to get dark really fast, really soon.
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No. No more. I'm done with this. I'm out of cards to lay down, out of balls to throw. This needs to stop before i'm out of time too.
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In @wordsmanifest's lab listening to ssk record while i get started on spanish homework.
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Spanish teacher had eggs for breakfast. Don't ask how i came close enough to find out. Not related: doing fantastically in class today!
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Just watched never been kissed again on the telly. Michael vartan is 29 kinds of hot, oh lord.
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Why do i keep forgetting that life is awesome? I blame this time of the month, hate hate hate you
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Afternoon cleared up. Should've gone to his place; we could've been trading bad jokes and punches by now. Down :(
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On the agenda today: stop sneezing, sort through closet, pay phone bill, write spanish essays.
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I don't know which part of my fucked up reflexes accidentally left the headlights on during the day, but my car's batteries are out. Yay -_-
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i didn't realize how knackered i was until i crashed on @afimomogum's couch. going out for fresh air now.
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mppj summons stated the color of my car is kelabu. kelabu! it's not that dirty ok.
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in need of some serious lovin'. god, i hate pms.
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for some reason, feeling strangely empty inside. maybe i'll overeat to fill in the void and get my 2007 hips back.
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