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Monday, February 20, 2006

play. stop.

i can't seem to figure if class bbq was good or bad. but my initial post-bbq blues are fading away at least.

and i'm trying hard to spend more memorable days in class before everything is going to change. bbq seemed like a farewell come to think of it. the first and probably the last class thing.

PHONG. worlds apart.

love you like a sister;
8:34 pm