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Tuesday, July 17
i wish to play in the rain right now.not bored but i think as we grow older, we just have that fugly word of 'restriction'.if i were to buy a happy meal right now and play in the playground and scream shrilly, i probably get arrested.okay,maybe not to that extreme,probably some motherfucker would snap a picture of me and post it in STOMP.This week is packed. I guess everyone is shagged right now,heng the project deadline is extended.or else we will be walkin' zombies for the remainder of the week.sometimes i think my inquisitivity just earned me more questions and doubts. Funnily enough, reassurance would have to come from myself to solve all.God was kind to me to rain that particular day.It made me refreshed.He sure is unpredictable.
8:14 PM
