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Thursday, May 7, 2009


I know I look insane + insanely huge face but whatever everyone knows I have huge face / fuck face.
Everyone has rough nights occasionally.


Wish I'm able to explore Sentosa.
But I can't. No time. Too tired with juggling everything. I feel like a clown.
Which is kinda ironic since I was at Palawan Beach today but I just sat at a corner.
I conclude that I'm not a morning person.



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I lead so many lives that I think I'm only trying to fool myself