Tonight's a depressing night.
Manda thinks I'm terrible.
I've got 13hrs IMF duty tomorrow, 1000 - 2300hrs.
I want to and I will change my blog song.
My watch is no longer dead, mum got it fixed.
Heartburn is a total bitch.
My squad mates cancelled their simpang trip.
8.30pm sucks because it's too early to be home and too late to be out.
I want to jam the strokes.
Sarah is not zouking.
I don't mind the eye bags, eye rings, breakout, fake tattoo on arm and bad hair.
Kelly smiled at me.
Maintaining maintaining.
Remember remember the 5th of November, the gun powder treason and plot.
Bittersweet little Oysterboy.
(If I fold a paperplane and toss it out as hard as possible, would it get to the block across the street?)
That's all.
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