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Wednesday, October 31
she shared @ 12:54 AM

midnight, and another one of those hate-myself-for-being-so-unproductive day has just passed by.

the bro's away on some school camp, and the father's at work. i just came to realise (a few minutes ago) that there are 4 ladies in this house, each doing their own thing, probably as deeply indulged in their own castle of thoughts as i am right now. lucky me, i've blogging to vent out. even in a home of 6, a home that's barely ever quiet i have to add, i'm pretty grateful for all the moments i've to myself. it could get therapeutic at times. but other times, it will just give me enough allowance of time and narcissism to stare hard into the mirror and realise how ugly my open pores are. haha, kidding.

ehh.. know what? suddenly i dont feel like blogging anymore. hur. i'll do some justice to this entry tmr or some other time..

'mean time.. ta!
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