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Remember Outkast? Yeah this is a Hey Ya acoustic cover, so awesome!


AIR HOCKEY & GUITAR HEROES WITH AISHAH TODAY WAS AWESOME (:

I cannot believe I took the whole day to finish up a short 2-page assignment. I should stop being sluggish and slackish because I should really be aware that my readings are piling up! I've another health psych term paper to write and project/presentation on food/music for ss. The latter sounds pretty fun though!

I cannot help but to squeeze in several social meet-ups because otherwise then I'm dead. Dead dead dead with social void. So I'm hoping the pique-nique francais will happen soon and pisces meet-up (i don't even know if this will happen though). I need to go to jb and I'm even planning to pon a weekday, I need to get worthful supply of contact lenses (and a good deal of sumptious fooood). Speaking of ponning, my father actually ponned work just to go to a wedding with mommy yesterday, how sweet.

Hana's 21st is coming up, her party was yesterday though at Fika. Food's awesome. I ate till the brim of my stomach. Yum, nice creamy pasta. Prior to my previous blog entry on keeping myself in my little shell, it kind of got me to make my way towards.. the library. You have comfort food, well for me, there are also comfort things as well, just like books. So in times of dry and not high, read a book and you feel a million times better. For greater effect on my part, read the most bimbotic one and have a good laugh. Just like Lizzie Nichols and her big mouth and fickle mind in the Queen of Babble!

It's gonna be Monday again so have a good week ahead y'all!

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