Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Gosh it's the end of April already. I thought I've just blinked my eyes.

Sleeping late, waking up late, going for tuition, playing dota and dancing. I skip breakfast, sometimes lunch and go out with friends, if anyone of them is willing to spend some time with me.

Yes, I'm used to it. My "close" friends are perpetually busy, and thus I don't really bother asking them out anymore cause the answer always turn out the same. What kind of love is only available when you're free? I wonder.

Pslam 119 tomorrow. The hardcore 107 verse pslam. God, please show me the way back.

Passion Groove Life.