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Narcissus was so in love with himself, that he drowned in a pond while trying to embrace his own reflection.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Something just caught my eye and i'm tempted to buy it. But... i'm out of excuses to buy it. So yeah.

Tomorrow i've got baking lessons in the morning. And afternoon i'm going ice skating again. I can't wait!

School's gonna open on tuesday. And i'm not psychologically prepared to get back my papers. How? :( really worried. Aish.