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February 12, 2011

Jar of Hearts

Now playing on blog: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri
And who do you think you are, running 'round leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart.


It was class picnic at the beach yesterday, wasn't as fun as the one 2 years ago (read), but probably that's just due to me reminiscing on the good ol' days. And I'm now a shade darker D:

Played beach volleyball with the class, and it started out no-so-good- went chasing after the volleyball which was rolling into the ocean, couldn't catch up in time, slipped and became half-wet with sand abrasion on my leg, zzz. And worst of all my name became a synonym for fail T.T

It was nice, I guess, to see so much food brought (completely unexpected actually), everyone having fun, I think. If I were a guy in the class who ended up as one of the dare targets, I might just shrivel up in humiliation and die.

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After the picnic, went for karaoke.. remind me not to be extra and completely vulnerable to being pangsehed next time.

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