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And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

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Sunday, July 31, 2005
/ 10:09:00 PM

it's just one of those days where you feel like there's no form of motivation and you just feel like burying yourself in bed and do nothing but bury yourself in bed like how an ostrich buries its head in the sand to escape from reality.

i saw a lady who was cutting her nails in the mrt. who knows what might fly and poke your eye or fly into your mouth the next time you ride the mrt.


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