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Thursday, January 22, 2009

I'm so worn out.. been having insufficient sleep. I can't wait for the public holiday. Had sculpting class just now at N.I.E. I thought it was alright.. On the way to the bus stop, we (krackkitties) saw a troop of army across the road. I sighed and walked a little faster than the rest. The sight of them, made me think of MY armyboy and how much I missed him.