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Monday, November 17, 2008

I've been rotting at home since yesterday. Ohmyy, I'm being such a loner. I need a job badly. I'm all broke, you see. I need cash. I'm so envy when I see girlfriends are busy working now while I'm rotting at home. But I have problems waking up early. I need a 'Human Alarm Clock'. And oh, it's pretty obvious that everytime I say, " I give up.", I don't actually mean it. Everybody knows that I'm just saying it for the sake of saying. If you've been in my shoes, you'd realise that it's really not that easy to give up on something. Wait, why do I even bother writting this?

I need someone to entertain me. My left arm are still aching like crazy and I could not take it. I do not know why I can still feel the pain when younger siblings do not feel the pain anymore. It was so embarassing. But it was a very good excuses since people accidentally press/hit/pinch the wrong arm. And I tend to get lazy at home. My daily routine suck my life like really alot. I usually woke up at 1-2 in the afternoon and played bro's psp till 5pm. I'll start to bath when Mother's reaching home soon. You see how boring my life is?

I've not clear my textbooks and assignments yet. I'm doing it tomorrow I guess. So I'll be meeting boyfy in the afternoon and clearing up all the mess, probably by tomorrow evening. And oh, I've changed my number. Sorry to those who tried contacting me but couldn't get through. I only told a handful about it.

Boyfy, I miss you, I really do. There are no words that can possibly explain how I feel right now, because in fact, I've never felt this before . Sounds so cliché doesn't it? But that's a fact that I can never hide just like the blush on my cheeks. I don't know if you'll read this; it doesn't really matter though, you're mine and that's what counts. I love you always, sweetheart.





TIARA ATYRA

Welcome to Http://www.pynklover.blogspot.com

I'm TIARA ♥ and I'm pretty messed up.
I tend to make alot of mistakes.
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09 june, 1992

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