I'm helpless, but not hopeless.
And I believe that miracles can really happen.
Hope keeps you going.
I've diagnose myself.
As a patient who is suffering from decompression sickess and migraines.
I swear its true.
I've dug into my savings to buy gifts and cards.
For my parents and friends.
Though I have no idea what to buy for my dad.
Any ideas?
Charlene won't believe I don't date.
Its absurd.
I will never date famous people in any case.
NONONO.
My dearest Charlene, as my best friend, how could you not believe me!?
I'm so very extremely hurt.
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I can never eat scramble eggs.
They make me giddy.
As always.
Driving down steep slopes to fast makes me purge.
Too much car perfume makes me giddy.
Writing on a moving object makes me sick.
Swirling too much makes me faint.
God dammit.
I have no idea where my USB cable went.
Thpugh its not a gone case.
And there's no sound coming out from my computer.
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Going to Genting on Saturday morning.
4 in the morning.
Cross my fingers that I won't purge again when we descent from the mountain.
I could probably break the record for the number of time I purge when going down.
Ugh.
My confession: the Internet is boring.
So I'm going to read my books.
(:
Happily ever after.
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Cherie