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I so believe that I lead a mundane life.
February 27, 2005
argh.
why i arghed? i feel so damn pissed now, yet i cant show it.
why? i feel like piece of shit. feel like a fren that you can procrastinate in meeting me. its not me who initiated e outing, it was you lor. just one sale and we'll nt be going out anymore? i dont know wat to say lar.
and its not just 1 day. its 2. 2 in a row. and now, my weekend is busted.
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