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Friday, March 21, 2008

Today went to buy a bed, then slept, then went to funeral.

Was very, very, late.

Like 1 hour late to meet Candice.

Then we ate junk. Like potato chips (Lightly salted, extremely rubbish because no taste), and the Tom Yum Seaweed. It was kinda nice and refreshing but I got sick of it after a while.



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I lead so many lives that I think I'm only trying to fool myself