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Thursday, August 6, 2009 @ 1:19 PM

I feel rather weird to write at this hour. But oh well, what can you do when boredom calls for you? Everyday has been the same. Everyday I wake up to a text from my friend asking me to wake up. And she would never let me roll on the bed. Followed by a call from the boyf, and probably later in the noon, I'll just find a place to go to. Or not, I'll just stay home and rot. Yes, how boring could everyday be?! And besides, this little girl here still has parental control you know! Hahaha. Sad, I know.


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