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Tryna make it work but damn these times are hard.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010, 9:41 PM

Sup boo. I felt like blogging today so here I am invading the space belonging to that of the oh-so-awesome rammi. Kthxyoumuacks. (Sidenote: How hot is the girl up there. Come on tell me. How freaking hot is she.)

So anyway, I've been feeling setbacks and disappointments and obviously it's not exactly the kinds of feelings that put smiles on your faces right? Nevertheless, I'm still hoping for the best. Though they say "Hope is paralysing." I don't go down easy and I'll fight for the best. Growing up entitles you a free pass to crushed dreams and bleakland. Whoopdeedooda. Worst come to worst, I'll drop out of school and be a busker on the streets of Orchard singing my life away. (Y)

My face smells like green tea. I allow you to sniff my face. Haha I'll judokick your groin.

Byebyebye.


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