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.Wednesday, June 21, 2006 ; 11:34 AM -
.His Mercy is New everY mornInG.

2-2 to England and Sweden.
My eyes was practically closing when Sweden equalized. In the end I gave up the match and went to my fantasy land.
Well, not so much of a happy place after all. I had nightmares. Yes. More than one nightmare in one night. I dreamt that I was chased by a female ghost while walking towards exam venue with a friend (ghost?!exam?!!!). Did I run?Of course I did. I never run so fast in my life. Then, I started to pray and the stupid ghost ran away instead. It's funny how one tend to not reaslise that whatever happens in dreams are unreal.
It's time for lunch. I have exactly 15 mins!







THAT GIRL;Y

~KatZ~

BREAK THE SLIENCE;Y







APPLAUSE;Y

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