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despite all the rain;

Thursday, June 05, 2008

we have to wear formal wear to the airport and suffer from uncomfortable-ness for 7 hours. way to go, ms serenity wow.

p.s. our parents dont baby us, srsly. i cant imagine if you had kids, you'd be telling them to grow up when they're five. lucky for them you dont have kids.

ugh. i am so going to change in the plane, seriously.

sometimes i feel like strangling her. killing her. ugh. ugh.

okay kyle pic to make me happy.

8D~

okay a joe one to make bao explode. 8DDD

he looks damn cute right.

alright am happier now.

the giving up is the hardest part.