I could use somebody.

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Friday, April 22, 2011

Precious. @ 11:51 AM

My body clock is so fucked up. I slept from 5pm to 11pm, and then stayed up till 4am and slept from 4am to 9am. I know you guys are back for more cross country photos :D
Fuckers ask me fs questions leh. 35 people yesterday, all stalker much -.-
More photos are on facebook alright :)
By the way, it 12pm on friday. I'm still wearing the clother I wore from cross country. Infer :P

Ruiyi helped me to tie french braid, nice not :D

She looks really pretty in this photo.

Plus her long hair *jealous*

Nizam meanie LOL.

Typical asian face *points to nizam*

EPICFACE1

EPICFACE2

ULTRA EPICFACE3 HAHAHAHAH. TISSUE WHY YOU SO CUTE.

Her hair is like, wlao, PERFECT.

VANCE :D

See how muddy our shoes ended up ): My bag also nia !@#$%

Am I weird to think this centipede is beautiful? It really is!<3

This is gonna end, even if it ends with me not breathing. That's what I want sometimes. Sometimes I hurt so bad I want to not wake up, want to stop breathing in my sleep.

memories
in cold decay.