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last night i dreamt that mummy gave birth.

my hands were smooth and sweatless the entire morning; maybe for some reason i was at peace with the world. it was a rainy morning. took a bus from j8 to school.

i had laksa for lunch. so cheap, but had to queue for so long.

the painting during art club was terrible. didn't know how to mix paints and so constance did some skin tone for me. i think i've made the ugliest painting i've ever seen. and gordon tricked me into staying back so late, only to dump me when he went the other way home.

it drizzled in the evening.

had fatty butterfly pastas for dinner. hotmail threw me a hideously, hideously, hideously ugly new interface.

what is gender, really?