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Monday, January 16, 2006
My Happy Place.

everybody needs a happy place. not anywhere specific. just somewhere happy.

my happy place is when i'm with people i love. with the people i love, anywhere is a happy place.

close friends all have no common break time, don't stay in hall, or on IA, or in another school. my happy place hardly come by now, no wonder why i moan and groan every sunday night, packing to go back hall... the only thing good bout hall is my bed and blanket.

gina's sick today. my happy place today was lunch with shikai and her fran, celine.

my happy place tmr? i have no idea.

where's your happy place?

THE AUTHOR

graduating. and pretty much lost. black hair, brown eyes, never sick of sashimi.

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