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Thursday, November 30, 2006

:: *damn that storm* ::

this is the effect of intense boredom, intense rage, and PhotoImpact.

i am bored out of my mind.

there are no more requirements to keep myself busy. where are the book reports, theses, and reports when you need 'em?

i asked my Dad if i could go to town and he said "Please defer going out until typhoon is out, and no more danger." i guess that's better than a simple "no."

not a single drop of rain has fallen from the sky yet the effin typhoon still managed to kill me of boredom. that is so sad.

to the typhoon: i hate you like hell. if i could shove ten thousand ping pong balls up your ass, i would.

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