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