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Tuesday, January 25, 2005
and all the boys and all the girls who never seem to get it on, they save it for later you see.
-splendor. save it for later.
i'm addicted to cappucino.
Yes, i don't care if everybody says its a waste of money, its just half a cup of coffee and milk etc..
I still love it.
Its my early morning fix.
Screw the kilos.
I LOVE CAPPUCINO.
Chin was complaining on how sad and boring his life was.
As mag had ponned and us girls had to attend lectures, he spent his mornings playing bball with strange unknown people.
At least till me, rach and agnes came by to save him from his sorry state.
Stoned in the library with him when rach and agnes went for geog.
Went to rate everybody in the library, including boulder, econs elephant and fangfangs.
okay i must devote my time to my dearest natchoy,
who's talking to me on the phone.
THIS LITTLE BITCH FORGOT WHAT SCHOOL I WAS FROM!
imprinted at 6:52 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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