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29th November 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009 at 22:13
12 days more.
to the end of MST.
to the beginning of holiday.

which stands for ultimate level of fun on the way.


from 3 to 1, or even half?

from 1 to the bottom of the list, and start climbing up the list to be 1 again.
but 1 may not be a rank, may not be how we prioritize stuffs.
it may only be a number.
just a simple number, and yet, we read too much behind it, trying to understand what it really means, feel happy/irritated/disappointed over it.
after all, when we realised that it's only a number......

speechless.
totally speechless.


and, we no longer adore the same thing anymore.