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14.1.08

I'm rushing my homework actually.
With Ernie the miner, Clare and Henry running through my thoughts at the same time.
Shaun lent me money to buy the book I've been longing to lay hands on all week.
I'm overjoyed, and I spent at least four hours reading it, when I could've been finishing up my homework first before throwing myself into a tear-jerking novel.
I seriously cried after some dramatic "wish you were married to me" part.
It's beautiful, that's all I can say.
I love books.
They take me away from homework.
And they let me appreciate the word "paramour" even more.

School was boring, and I hate Miss Wee already.
Went to Anchorpoint with Vanida and Shaun.
It's always the 3 of us hanging out, and apparently, they've got PSPs and I don't own one.
Not very interested in those anyway.

Dear Lord, I'd like a sharper nose.
And hurry make me go bring my spectacles back to the optician for fixing.
Love You.
xoxo
Liling