when the mood strikes by
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Sunday, February 25, 2007
i hate essays.
and i wonder how am i going to survive through 3.
and the subsequent years to come. more essays. shorter life.
i never understood how people write books.
they are mad, i guess.
i'm still stuck at 174. well done, wong tien kwan.
and as i read random sites, i wish i had better dress sense.
and i wont mind if i get thinner too.
