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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

10:02 PM

Its like a war zone in my house every single time i came back home.

There would be the itty bitty toys that my baby bro has strewn all over the living room. i would cringe every single time I step on one of his toy soldier. Next will be my mom trying to avoid whoever calling her, therefore her hp wont stop ringing. My grandma will be yakking on the house phone, talking to her old time cronies. My both brothers are busy karaoke-ing to the latest phenomenen, Mawi. They are even trying to impersonate him, the dance moves all that. Which cracks me up every single time. And the moment I step into my room, I felt peaceful.

Until the moment they come knocking on my door. Buggers.

Okay people. This is it. Its time to shove away those lovey dovey novels, its time to stop all the nonsense, its time to stop procastinating, its definitely start to copy down all the notes.

Its time to start mugging for the exams. oho.

*does that sound fierce enough?*

&the beauty.

Shaf. 31july.

I love the smell of rain and the feel of green grass

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