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♡ imy. a load lot.
Saturday, June 20, 2009, 2:20 PM
Hoorah!

I don't know why I shout an interjection but I felt today's a bliss gonna-be day.

Everthing turns out perfectly fine today. Woke up at 6, rinse-up, woke up the rest then we visited gram's&grad's cemetry. Clean up the place a little offer our prayers when I started to miss gram(if you haven't realised, I've used a short form of grandmother here-easy typing) a load lot that I went silent the whole journey home. I really miss late gram. I really do(well, I couldn't possibly say I miss grad, since I never even get the chance to touch him since the very second I was earthed).

Its been a good one year since she left us.