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Monday, July 07, 2008
It's today.Okay technically it's tomorrow, but I count days according to when I sleep/wake up. And I haven't packed. Nope not at all.It doesn't feel like we're leaving tonight/tomorrow morning. This is quite worrying. Anyway if you'd like to send me off (hint) i'll be partying at the airport from 7pm onwards :DIn case I don't get to say this later, adieu (:will you miss me?
lost myself at 9:51 AM