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bones sinking like stones.

all of us are done for

im sure you've listened to songs that simply made you want to dance while walking down the street. today(and so many other days) i did excactly that. i listened to music that made me want to dance. but i didn't dance, only because there wasn't any space and my dancing skills aren't that great. not that i have any to start with.

this 4-day study week i have is very.. "relaxing". i have so much time to myself over the weekends. and my weekends actually start on a friday. isn't that great?

but anyway, my brother came home yesterday. and just now, he stepped out of the room with rippled chest and toned abs. the last time he was home, he was a skinny skinny dude. ahhh. the power of time and nothing to do. crap la. he tells me how many sets of work outs he does and i dont even understand what lingo he's talking in.

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