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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A very general question
NOW, I can name one person who doesn't know the song I'll be.
Seriously. I'll beeee your cryiiinggg shouuullddderrr...

A definite freak. And a freakier thing, she's apparently my music club leader, who is unbelievable self conscious, and never want to admit her inferiority.

As hard to believe as the fact that 50cent doesn't smoke and doesn't drink, she's actually my team leader in the youth in action group. Furthermore, she's also my fellow editor. I can identify myself with her. But I can't stand when she speaks of poverty as if she's not related to it. Yes, that's true. She's speaking of it as if it doesn't touch her at all, and damned should it touch her. But come on, she's Indonesian.

PS: It's the end of February and there's a blast of arctic blaze and snow storm today. I thought spring is March!!
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