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Tuesday, April 06, 2010
flee before you run. :) @ 8:35 PM


Boo.It's rare seeing me up at this time, & on the comp blogging.
Gotta take care of myself, my eyes and such.
Days have been pretty bottled up, such that i am being cooped up at home and doing nothing much. i feel like a bum.

Missed dance practice and rehearsal on the same day. feeling pretty awful but at the same time i guess i needed the rest. [Heading to the Doc like in an hour's time.]

Boo. I want to hang out late, play, enjoy the hoildays. But everything just feel so... energy-snapping. Not that i am lazy/un-hyped, just felt so tired in the eyes. Gawd. no. :(

Concert on sunday. ::) Pretty much anticipating that. It will be love i hope [kept dreaming that ac's standard is dropping.], mean me.






One & 1/2 a day to go! :)))

SUSHIIIIIII - Loves suie. ;)

p.s: when one starts thinking and the other stop, these spell happiness, but what if both start to think and then doubted ?



When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.