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It Came Between Us.
Saturday, March 21, 2009, 23:23
I am trying to find an inspiration, a topic of discussion. But there is loud music blasting. I like. But I can't think.

Let's see. No, I can't talk about CCA; I don't think its interesting for you and I don't think there is anything interesting to talk about. Love? I can't think, no love talks. Family? My parents are being themselves. Haha. And my sister becoming more invisible; she spend less than 24 hours in the house in a week. She's going Prague soon. And she wants to do backpacking just before her academic term starts there. I am pretty jealous. Europe tour, man. Ah, whatever. Next. Life. Life is basically training. So there you have it, a topic-less post revolving around nothing.

My life. Sigh, my life.

Its 2144, I'm in my father's car and I haven't had dinner.

My life. *shake head*






Ernest