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Saturday, September 11, 2004
you know, sometimes, there are often things we take for granted.
like maybe our bed, how some people, not so far away, are sleeping on hard ground or thin straw mats.
or perhaps your handphone.
i guess i never really realised how important my phone is to me till today
meridian female toilet. i'm never going back there.
and my parents are being really nice abt it
they say they'll buy me a new one
i guess i'm lucky this way.
but i'm so stupid!
i scorn and laugh at how pple can lose their handphones so easily
and here i am, falling on my own ass.
guess this really is retribution.
imprinted at 1:18 AM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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