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my keyboard's screwed. typing's a chore, and i haven't had any time to get online cause this is a real hectic week..sorry. oh and the keyboard i'm using now is like made of rubber, so you can twist or turn it in any way, even roll it up. weird stuff. tennis during pe was fun today. i'm supposed to be burying my head in the huge stack of IH notes, or little chinese characters to meet my doom at a slightly lesser extent tmr. went back to acsi today for lunch with the band pple, and to hopefully see some good pals. haha some of you are having oep again.. just hope none of the trips end up in a mass diarrhoea-hit whatever like the last time around. it was good to see some of them. to just crap and catch up. i wished i'm a less serious person sometimes, and just enjoy joking around and stuff like that you know. but i sort of prefer talking about more hmm..genuine(??) stuff and know more about how the other party is doing etc and vice versa. haha. musicians are really eccentric and weird. good to see the aunties whose food i've lived on for four years and counting; mr lim, the best teacher i've met in my life so far cause he strikes a perfect balance between work and play in class, though i don't take geog. and the other guys. come back in a piece, and i don't think anyone can send you all off at the airport...at 1am? haha. damn, time and tide wait for no man. okay stalin, i'm gonna get you now real quick.. performed 17:02 ©
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