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Thursday, March 08, 2007

is it that at this age, you no longer feel like blah-ing every single thing in mind on your blog, for many a reason. the insecurity? having second thoughts on things, plans - being home, not being home; being here, not being here; etcetc.

home, i'm looking forward to you - the simplicity of life yet a luxury&superior as to me being here. if only i could get home discreetly and avoid the unavoided..

moving in, settling down is hard grrr. i am indeed living under the same roof with a stranger. i feel like a social outcast lately, and why the fuck is people around me bugging me for unforeseen or simply unnecessary reasons? STFU OR I AM SO GONNA STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH ONE DAY.

on a side note, these bunch of school kids (in uniform) approached me this morning to get them a pack of ciggies from the nearby newsagent. okaaaaaay fine. just when i was about to pay, i was asked for my id.

-_- i don't even look 16 meh?!? gawddddddd.

7:58 am x