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Friday, December 22
9:43 AM



and so i took the last bus home, thinking thinking thinking. i told someone a few days ago that i was a dreamer, only that i dream within fixed boundaries. and she told me, you're a thinker then, not a dreamer. i guess that works too.



i walked past a cat which made weird noises, and i wasn't impressed. a light drizzle came down gently, and it grew heavier, and heavier and heavier. i took out my brolly, and my feet started hurting real bad from the blisters cos of 'em shoes. it wasn't getting better, and it reminded me of that scene in Jasmine Women.



Zhang Ziyi collapsed in the middle of the night on a deserted road, under a heavy and cold downpour, desperately crying out for help as the labour pains tore her apart. She screamed and kicked and pushed, under the rain which hit and blew and howled. And in the end, she delivered the baby by her lonesone self, right on the streets of home.



ya. for a moment, it felt like that.



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because i know what you did last summer, and because i'm charlie and i've got my angels to snoop around for me, i know about your upgraded gym. THE upgraded gym.



;D




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