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Not a sound stirs in the middle of the night, not a sound except for the occassional humming of the air-conditioner in my room. I should be asleep at this hour of the night 2am, but what one should do is very different to what I can do. Obviously I can’t leave my assignments unattended otherwise Evian will give me a hard time tomorrow morning. I suppose I can always faint out of tiredness in front of her, maybe then she’ll understand she’s driving me crazy.
Found an old CD from Dad’s room this afternoon, it’s filled with old mixes like “The one you love” by Glenn Frey, “I knew I love you”, and loads of Bee Gees and Carpenters. I’m in enough melancholy to listen to such sober songs. And here comes my bro to tell me a joke, “What do you call a circumcision on a rabbit?”
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“Hare cut” =_=
yeh, this helps… I’m feeling lugubrious. Thank you Kennedy. And Happy birthday………….
