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Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Baking up a storm. @ 2:07 AM

I really have no idea about what's going on these days. Well, maybe that's a blatant lie.
Somehow all the while i have been really mean. It's just that i don't see it, and people don't remember the other side. Well, that's a saying of the good always truimps the bad. (Though it isnt what it is suppose to mean.) Anyhow. Danzation is nearing. Like one and a half more days.
I am thinking or a long lasting break and sleep afterwards, but projects/assignments are falling in. I can't help but to blank out, and feel stressed.
Took a break off two days lessons. Perhaps on purpose, but i have valid Medical certificates for it. Allergies and fever. I wonder what other allergies i have except for lectin. That's surprising after so long.


If this is maturity.


time for bed and porridge. Tata.

Suie.

When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.