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Monday, March 09, 2009
Ahhh...
Maybe. Retribution really exists.

I have to find a day out to cover up the loss of hours due to that really stupid move. I could have just cut the act and went for it. I don't lose out that way because I am still obliged to do it anyway. If I didn't ran away, I wouldn't be doing it alone during my supposedly free time. But what did I did that day? Slack.

What a waste, but I still have to do it anyway because of that choice I've made. Responsibility of my actions. What else can I do. Somehow I felt this was coming, guilt comes for a reason. All these were really unnecessary, but I asked for it, in a way or another.
Influence is bad.

Too bad this post is written in a way no one can figure it out what exactly am I talking about.


disclaimer

readers
are entering
the realm of
randomness and
retardedness.


yours truly

cp-kia.
he is a kid.
who jumps around.
need i say more?

justsaying


i know, no need tell me.
i like it dull and plain.
and eh, this is my blog,
so i reserve the rights
to rant about whatever
i want, thank you.

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