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Monday, October 20, 2008

Actually, I've always known the fact that I like to bottle up stuff. And yes I know it isn't good for my but sometimes these are the only things you could do. Blogging for me is seriously a place to dump all my opinions and hope people who reads agree with me. So I had like a 40minutes long lecture non-stop from a man who's 60. Everyone in the lesson was all practically dying from his nonstop hits. But there I was unable to pay attention because somehow I was feeling like shit. And just as I am typing this it is beginning to pour. Seems like it is gonna be home alone tonight. Some things are not meant to be spoken. =O

Even I am starting to be unsure about my feelings.

20 October 2008 8:17pm



8:14 PM