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here's how it goes. i'll most likely reply on your tagboard. but if you don't have one, the reply goes here.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007
14:16
now it makes sense why some people have decided to put on the clothes she've neglected for a long time, only now. no it's not because of the rain. it's perfectly sunny most of the time. neither it is because she lack clothes. she expects clothes laid before her eyes.
cerita ini adalah rekaan semata-mata. karakter2 adalah fiktisus belaka. "...siape yg terase tu kau peh pasal lah...".
sorry. please excuse my sarcasm above.

by monday, there were four piles and each was about half up my calf. after three days of completing most of my holiday homework and one day of reading Let the Circle be Unbroken(gosh i had backache and eyeache, if there's such word), i decided to take one morning to clear the mess. ah i know mum isn't too happy of my way of folding because as time passed, it gets bad (this time she din't scream at me because she knows i'd refuse to help her anymore if she does. this was the main reason my sisters and i are reluctant to do chores.). sorry luh i have Short Attention Span.