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♡ he’s a hypochondriac.
Thursday, November 27, 2008, 12:05 AM
Nothing much to post lately, as you noticed. *Sigh*
I'm starting to realize that having a blog is of no use, cause seriously there's too much of things I want to confess without being read by the web-bers. Also, having it privated also means nothing.
I've updo a personal real diary. And too much of the content were kept as a too much secret.
Since I've decided that the last entry was read by Asyura, now shall no one even Selena except me possess the diary.
I hope not. Better yet, don't worry I still keep this entries uploaded, for the exceptional that it won't be a personal blog. It'll be a daily blog.
I just can't have the heart to post my true feelings on net. After an accident took place after this person name was mentioned on my sitepage. Guilty.
An about OOMA, don't worry, that'll be in to my daily posts too. But not as personal-again.
Oh. Talking about OOMA, that was furiating.
The time I expected his respond was that yea, he asked about homework.(I bet you readers would have known the story after that. I promise, it'll be the last. I hope.)
P.S. It was a real impossible.