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Do you believe in fairytale? I still do not know if I do...
But I believe in us, our story and I am committed to write the world best love story with you.
yesterday & today.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007 @ 9:18:00 AM


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this was the post i am supposed to post yesterday but the internet failed on me, so i didn't get to post.


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tired. worn out. exhausted. wasted. sleepy. tired, again.


got home from swimming, bathed, watched an episode of house and then, plop, slept like a log. baby had to cook pasta for his dinner. he brought his dinner up to the room. figuring he could tempt me with the smell. he walked in and i murmured to him to eat outside please. the smell of the tuna suffocates makes me feel nausea. baby claims it would be delicious if there was lard and cheese. i don't know cause i didn't eat :P


so far no pictures. so i think i would be kind enough to upload some pictures i stored in my handphone which i wanted to upload long time ago but haven't got the chance to do so. some people might not like the pictures though. so, i'll wait till the right time. something is more important. house :P


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and this is today's post.


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i seriously don't know what to type now. prolly cause i just woke up. boyfriend needs girlfriend to fetch boyfriend to college for exam. yawns. sleepy pretty much sums it up. sometimes, i wonder, why people cross the road like a chicken. i mean, they blindly cross the road though there are fast speedy cars. saw that quite a lot of times. they think they can outrun a car. i d i o t. if a car hits them, whose fault is it? the driver or the chicken head people?

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