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Thursday, February 21, 2008

Usually the wind that blows at the grandstand is nothing but cool and rejuvenating, but that day, all I felt was this cold emptiness that caused me goose pimples.
Suddenly I felt so unwanted.
& I decided that if things were going to change the way it is now, perhaps I would rather not belong there anymore...

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♥ We keep ourselves a mystery but we provide the clues.
10:12 pm

♥ LIVE HIGH ;


    Brina.

♥ YOU MAKE MY DREAMS ;


    Raise a dog
    Tour Europe
    Gigs of my favourite bands
    Overall GPA >3.5
    Sports & Adventure tourism
    Animal management

♥ SHE'S BACK

♥ CREDITS