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Let's Sing Along,

Thursday, July 15, 2010 @ 6:40 PM

Sometimes. Bad mood = Attitude. Sometimes, it isn't.
Today's the second case. And I feel like I'm being wrong.
Or maybe I should have laughed with your joke. Then nothing will happen at all.
Today's so fucked up that I am so amazed that I am not able to cry at all.

I'm playing hide and seek with my emotions, with people.
I'm so gonna seek a consultation with God.

...41/100 for GP. 23/50 for essay, 18/50 for compre. The best is. I don't know whether that's an U or an S in A level standards. So regretful for not studying. Blah.

64 days to Promos. Bye. Sat's so boomz with CIP plus tuition plus piano lus 717 concert. I need to sleep and practise piano.

Hey there.
Serena, child of God manufactured on 121093 who appreciates music and art. Loves alot of guy superstars, and too many stuffs on her wishlist to share here. Fat. Doesn't have time-management skills. Very into drama marathons.
first. second. my facebook. cabbagecrumbs. FML. mysoju. things we forget. youme&charlie.
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