Title: That's a secret I'll never tell.

I've got a sudden feeling, but will it last through June hols? (smugs)
& he is under the category of drop-it-like-it's-hot. Melts. Is there anything else that is nearly as fatal as his beauty is? I doubt so, sigh.

Oh god, yknw there are times when you've got ten thousand tasks on your to-do-list & you're so pressed for time you wish there would be 48 hrs per days, but there are times when there seems to be 72 hrs per day & you've completely nothing on your to-do-list. The latter is exactly what I'm facing right now. Okay not exactly. Cos technically speaking, I've got hmwrk to do, & what's not. But just, give.me.a.break.

Or rather, buzz off (:

I don't know what's wrong, but I've got this feeling that I'm so sick & tired of those somewhat (blah), I need smthng, fast & furious. Like the whole scene of being fast & furious just got even more tempting today. Thrills, huh? Or so they say. Or so we think. Whatever we're doing, whatever we're thinking, may not be what is expected of us, but we're sticking it on. We're making it our life. We're just gonna do our thing.

"Live fast. Die young. Stay Pretty. Leave a pretty corpse."

You know you love me.
xoxo
June

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