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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Sunday, September 27, 2009 @ 11:24 PM

I thought I knew x, until I read x's blog. I thought x was so nice and everything, but after reading x's blog, I realised that x is like -.-. I wonder why I ever. But oh well, what's done cannot be undone, and it's better than then now!

I started twittering. Because of the 10k hunt. The after-hunt events require following them on twitter, so yah.

Okay bye.

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samantha t.
too tall for my own shoes

1993
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