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But it's because I didn't know how to.
Or didn't want to.
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- stare at a fountainhamburger in a posh bagitadakimas
- I've been asked why am I not blogging about Japan....
- Does this hurt?What about this?
- I was told that things might change or they might ...
- Apologies
- My Mother Went To The Sea
- 2 Clouds
- Tomorrow's Cunning Plan
- I'm really tired with this...Why do private citize...
- Everything is moving so fast.I fear that I can't s...
- It's about 10 more days...
- Yet Another Dream
- Another Dream
- Self Portrait #15
- As I was cycling to the National Art Gallery, I al...
- Tiada Maaf Untukmu #1
- A Year Ago #5
- A Dream
- Boredom
- This is post #700...
- I had two birds in my hands.My left arm got choppe...
- Why I Am Sad
- chi too's Guide To Daily Living (part 3 of many)
- The exhilaration of a day in passing with nothing ...
- I want to eat yogurt ice cream with you
- A Year Ago #4
- Magic eight ball says 'IT IS DECIDEDLY SO'
- My magic 8 ball says 'CANNOT PREDICT NOW'Little do...
- if we pitch Doraemon and Maneki Neko to a fight to...
- Pastilles Et Gommes
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