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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: COMPULSIVE PROCRASTINATOR
Sunday, 20 April 2008 AT 8:11 am


I am supposed to be doing my homework! I've got tons of it, and they're all piling up, wtf. But being the hopeless procrastinator that I am, I am aimlessly surfing the Net instead, and putting it off until the very last possible minute. I can totally predict what's going to happen tonight: after dinner, I shall continue to slack around, and at around 10:30 I'll start to panic about the stack of work staring at me.Then I'll frantically scribble nonsense while fighting the inevitable waves of sleepiness until I cannot stand it anymore, following which I'll just haphazardly toss everything into my file and hit the sack.
What a student, eh? I really have got to kick my habitual slacking.
No wonder I'm so bad in school. Heh.

I finally couldn't stand it anymore, hacked into Sarina's blog account, and made her a tagbox. Now I can spam it with my cyberbitchslapping. And I've deliberately turned off the profanity filter, that annoying shit. Sarina's being all emo about something she won't tell me about, but its okay because I can grill her tomorrow. :D
Adel's not even online or anywhere near her computer at all; she claims she's really busy, which I know is true, but she is also lazy, haha. Brenda, well, at least she updates and replies when I tag her. HweeTeng as well. Jelynn, I got zilch to say about her, that woman's blog has been dead since forever, and all she ever does when she switches on her computer is read celebrity tabloids and do homework anyway. And PeiShan, I can't even access her blog, it never loads up. (What's up with that, girl?)

Speaking of the girls, they shall know tomorrow; my mouth has been given the green light to finally unzip, thank god. I suppose I shall tell them all tomorrow.
I want to, and don't want to, both at the same time. How bullshit-y.

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