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Friday, August 08, 2003
school was a waste of time
tld my mom i shldn't go, but she wldn't listen to me
had mass at the carpark,
it wasn't sunny, but still it was hot
later we went back to class to do patchwork
and i can conclude i cannot sew for nuts
nomes said i shld learn,
what if next time my husband's shirt button falls off?
... ask my husband to sew it back himself!
so i sat there, painstakingly sewing sequins
while naomi was happily slapping glue onto her fabric
and sticking it onto the cloth
i gave up halfway and chucked the damn cloth into the plastic bag
my mom is gonna renovate our place
she said i wld be able to have a room for my own! yay!
no more having to tolerate with annoying brother's snoring and kicking
my dad always sides him
"your brother very tired, he kick you abit won't die right?"
i don't really like being kicked awake.
imprinted at 7:47 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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