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# 71

Wednesday, April 22, 2009 { 6:43 AM }

I've been carrying a bag, which is full of rubbish and that explains why my bag is heavy. Now, my shoulders are stiff and I've yet to ask my grandmother to give me a good massage which I doubt that will going to happen.

I'm supposed to complete my Malay exposition writing instead of blogging. I decided to do it during the first two periods tomorrow. I feel so restless tonight. Maybe because I spent a long time in the toilet, emptying my stomach. At first, the pain came when I was in school and I thought it was the menstrual cramps (an advanced one). Before I boarded the bus, everything was fine and I thought I could get to send love home. Instead, I was the one being sent home. Like I've said, it wasn't the cramps. I realized that when I went into the toilet. It was just a normal stomachache, but it was a bad one unfortunately. Before that, love sent me home till my doorsteps. He even carried my bag and I find that so sweet. Still, I prefer sending him home. Thanks anyway, I love you!

Someone special's birthday is in nine days time. My brother will be going for his training this Friday and I'm sure going to miss him. I wanted to send him but I guess that my parents have already asked my relatives along. The other reason why I want to follow them is because I don't want to complete my run! On a second thought, I feel like running.

Bag, not yet packed. Homework, not yet done. I think I shall go pack my bag while waiting for love to finish revising his work.

Tomorrow's Thursday, and I just love Thursdays. Why? Thursdays' periods are just right.

P/S: I love you! (:

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