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the grass is greener on the other side of the world
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I've got a freaking weird tan. On my leg.
Miss zan saw it today, and kept laughing.

D, you still know me the best. Thanks for what you told me that day. I've decided. And yeah! I won't bleeding like him. NOT MY TYPE!:D TEEHEE!
I miss conversations at night. I hardly even talk nowadays:'(
I WANT TO LEAVE SINGAPORE THIS INSTANCE AND JUST HAVE A NICE GETAWAY IN AUSTRALIA OR NZ JUST STAR GAZING. Alone.
I'm trying to talk myself out of this crap.
I feel like vomiting after jon goh said something. I feel like the dinner is comin out. If i just smell Xiang yue's ankle guard once more, lunch will be out too.
I need to talk.