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Tuesday, January 08, 2008

there's a slight musty 'momo-ish' smell in my room.
(to those who understand)
i like it very much...
it smells so familiar, its the smell of comfort. :)

i think we should have a longer recess time, half an hour is hardly enough.
5 mins for traveling, 15 mins queuing, 7 mins to eat.
i gorge down my food and RUN up to class all the time. (and sometimes still end up late)
how can it be, that our school inculcates such unhealthy lifestyles.?
i'm surprised, hello appendicitis. oh woe is me.

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i see my future, i see my death
without reluctance, i take flight
blazing sun, crystalline beads
death is awaiting.
i should not make him wait.

hesitant gaze, he acquiesce
glaring fiercer, liquid wax
wish fulfilled, i smile in slumber
death is awaiting.
i cannot wait.


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