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love is a riddle.
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G; Lips that taste of tears,
they say, are the best for kissing.

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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

♥ FIRST DAY OF PAE.


today's orientation at MI sucked alright. i dont get how
did they plan it at all. no icebreakers, and yet they
set us in clans to come up with clan cheers and clan response.
tell me, who'd suggest when everyone you see in your
clan is foreign? there was no enthusiasm at all. someone
save me. their principal was lame, in a stupid way.
and we had to sit in the hall for more than two hours
for subjects talk. gosh, my ass was hurting and legs
were aching. sigh. overall, not a very good day. very horrible
in fact. no friends made. hell, i dint even talk to anyone in
my group, kyra one. rrrrightt...

i dread orientation games tomorrow. this is probably the first
time i'm gonna say this, "i'd rather have lessons than go through
three torturous days of orientation." yeah. that bad, you bet.

and it took mal and i an hour and a half to get to school. geez.
the only nice thing today was probably bumping into nigel early
in the morning and having lunch with him after school together
with mallory. while nathaniel scrambled away when he saw his
amigos. sheesh.


anyhow, more pictures from thanksgiving:


- the Amorous.


- ladies (:


- the Amorous. again.

and also a narcissistic shot of myself...


- mwahhs :DD

'dearest God, i pray that it'll rain tomorrow and thwart
all the orientation plans. and may they decide that we
should just stay in the air-conditioned hall and mingle
with our own friends.'



unraveled @ 11:30 PM