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♡ you see, its impossible.
Saturday, April 25, 2009, 10:35 AM
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like the memoiree, this photo'll start to fade away.

This photo was edited, mine you. Oh, anyway.
Okay, now sitting in front of my crappy lappy, posting an entry is just as equal as wasting time. Alright fine. I promise, work work work. And work after this. However, tuition later.
Lord, counting the numbers of days left, MYE start alrd. And with which the paper I dread sitting for starts first, amongst any all. I bow, I want to pass this paper. Not just pass, I want to excel in this paper(boy, at least this once). English language is the utmost important. Lyrrr, if I flunk English, ready for my death ceremonial. I'm serious, if its just only MYE I failed, what question you ask for EOY, *sigh*, thats worst.

Oh, but there's nothing I need to polish for English at this last minute hour. Really. Nothing. Unless, there's miracle falling down the sky the night before Monday. God, I pray to you, bring me to fortuitios on Monday. And halt me coughing and sneezing. Goddd.

My.Oh.My. I gotta to go.
Tuition's next. I dread.
Lol okay, blov-vers, love ya'll.