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    Tuesday, May 06, 2008
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    i'm free free free. (: so happy with the marks for my world lit project! good job,girls! next up, orientation and HK/Macau trip. i dunno what's wrong with my mood these days. super moody and easily irritated. i simply hate it.
    Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
    My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
    Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
    Then up the stairs he would carry me
    And I knew for sure I was loved
    If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
    I’d play a song that would never, ever end
    How I’d love, love, love
    To dance with my father again