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these thoughts run through my head, over and over.
Sep 24, 2006

saturday was gabriel's piano retical after choir and mass. rushed to the esplanade after church and then had dinner after the retical. it was a total laughing session. mainly for wrong reasons. : /.

and today i woke up at 10. damn. chionged homework for a while. went for cat class and dinner. then continued. well, i finished most of it, i guess. left with revising chem qualitative analysis and history sbq.

and i'm quite mad at myself for that. as in, not finishing all my work over the weekends. what is this. i could have woken up early on saturday and sunday instead of waking up at 10. and i could have done some work on friday night instead of wasting my time away. arghh.

i hate this but i'm feeling like some emo shit again.


Q: Why can’t you just be happy.
Live up to your first impression.

A: Well my best side was your worst invention.

9:48 PM