Title: November came, with it, died our love.

Hello world.
I searched up Wiki for some advice on my life.

Rotting: The general decomposition of organic objects.

What wisdom in one sentence.

Basically, life's making a fool of me. What's more interesting than sitting at home, pondering about how I'm about to spend my day? Beats me.

I probably am bored out of my mind. So, I brewed a cup of good ol` coffee, sat down, & read a book. Probably the pigs are gonna start flying soon just because I'm reading. Yeah, I barely read. Just look at how boredom torments me. Oh yeah, I sat down with my sister for some fun, if that is how fun is defined.

I'm leaving for Beijing tmrw, alright. Technically speaking, Saturday early morning, but whatever, doesn't matter.

There's loads to do when I'm back, like going out with Siti, When Dee & all. Going out with Beldy, & not forgetting the upcoming sheetxz, 6b04` chalet. That could totally rock the house down, whatever we are gonna do, even if it may mean playing broken telly, that rocks by the way.

But there's this weird feeling that I get. Too little time, so much to do. Somehow I feel like there's alot that's piling in front of me, but I can't seem to see it. Someone, tell me.

I'm off to get some chocolates, hah.

With love,
xoxo.

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