Neither did i do anything on Christmas Eve, nor on Christmas itself besides reading.
At least im occupied with something and not bore my skull out.
The last thing i would do is, count the cracks on the wall.
There will be no more sleep in till 6pm and...
yeah, i'd rather not list everything down because
just by having it drafted in my mind already leads me to tears.
Its even too horrify-ing to contemplate.
Ps: Nurul, go on and post it and imma do something you regret you even
EXISTED, you DUMB RETARDED HOMO FEELING walrus. :]
Gaawd, its like as though im dealing
with someone of a very limited intelligence.
Ennit?