I think 13th November will be a day where I would feel like dying most. I will probably make birthdate a criteria for making friends or something. Why? For the simple reason that somehow I ended up with three little sotongs for friends who have the exact same birthdate. Doesn't matter that they are sotongs, I will still love them all the same. Who are they? Javier, Jason and Lying, according to age. And, dear Fiona has to remind me that Javier's birthday is on Monday. Like hell would I not remember, because I'm probably the only person on Earth who have so little friends and yet somehow, by some sroke of luck have three friends who have the same birthdates. Lucky ain't I? Perhaps I should treasure my life for it's precious. Should I go in search on finding more of people like that? I just need one more person born on 17th April to have another trio, thanks to my cousin and my very very old friend. Nana, don't be jealous, you can start finding a trio like starting now. Best if I'm like part of it.

Now, why does this entry sound so sacarstic? Sourness so intense that I can almost taste it? It's not meant to be. Hell, I need to talk more and stop being so critical. K-box(es), movies, prom, Movie night, shopping, work, etc. And how much time do I have for all these? Roughly about half a year I think, or rather at least 3 months. I think I will rot.

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