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Sunday, August 12, 2007
" ok so now a proper post. ; 8:31 PM "

OK, so now, since my constipation is over - a proper post , since i have pretty much all the time with the world and no homework to do whatsoever (hopefully).
i went to this new place, with my sister and dad and i pretty much spent all afternoon reading about assassinations (I KNOW! i've got interest problems) but still, it was interesting. so for the entire afternoon, i lulled around in the cafe with a book on assassinations and then the most RANDOM thing hit me. what would it be like to run around with a cup of water on your head?
-_- i know, kill me. im getting so impractically insane.
AND.
i really wish, tamil class would disappear. only we know how disatisfyingly annoying it is to trudge to school AFTER school. ugh.



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