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And you can see my heart beating You can see it through my chest And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving Know that I must must pass this test So just pull the trigger Say a prayer to yourself He says close your eyes Sometimes it helps And then I get a scary thought That he’s here means he’s never lost
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Friday, May 8, 2009
Friday; 080509

'Whatever you give a woman, she will make it greater. - If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. - If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. - If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. - If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges whatever is given to her; so, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.'

Right, so I'm sitting on my bed thinking.
Today was an alright day.
I got a haircut.
I am satisfied and very sleepy.
I haven't started my english speech and I am very worried I won't be able to do it in time for Monday.
I thank Della for making my blog look so prettttty (:
Love you.



Dear Mr. Mathemagician Dhandipani,
I know what goes around comes around, and I guess it really happened this time. I am sorry I wished that you could fly back to India, I swear I take it back.
Don't leave. You're awesome (coughcough). I have grown an attatchment to your stinky breath and impossibly hard to understand english so please don't make me suffer with Hairy Legs and Ballooon alone.

Love: Mary Duong Tran

I bought my mum a mother's day gift. Was 70 dollars.
Oh well. (:


Also, since my birthday is coming up.. anyone up for money donations? ..

I am purely joking by the way. I don;t need your money.


I need to fly away.
Bye bye (:

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