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Sunday, January 14, 2007
(4:51:00 PM)
"Sunday morning."
I've just finished typing a post, and Blogger just won't fking publish it.
Oh well.
So, this post is gonna be very straightfoward and isn't gonna be so long-winded.
Bmf woke me a up with a message. (:
And I took a shower. Followed by breakfast and the papers.
Off to the mosque for religious education!
My teachers are so darn funny. But I don't quite like my form teacher.
And some of my childish yet fourteen year old classmates.
You're gonna have a good day.
AES DANCE ESEMBLE is ready to shake some ass/butt/buttock/bottom/arse.
(:
dance, dance!