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Patricia. i love the sea but i hate the beach. big difference.


talk time




no, you tell me

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the picture was found on friendster. waw.



Thursday, December 07, 2006


Yesterday, we went refrigerator-shopping. The new refrigerator arrived an hour ago. I like big, shiny refrigerators <3

Today, I discovered something I have. Something that runs in my family. Some people call this a gift. Some call it a curse. I don't know what it really means. Some people won't believe me if I tell them. Some will. I know some will. I don't want to have this gift. Or curse? You may think I'm not making any sense. If only you knew. I am making sense. A lot of sense. Can you guess what I'm talking about? Please don't tag about this.

I'll be okay, right?


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