Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

I hate staying at home with nothing to do. Or rather i refused to do anything except to stare at my monitor, roll on my bed or ransack the fridge looking for snacks.

When my plans go out of place i'd just be emotionally apathiea. 7.10pm. Leb is in camp now. I hope he'd not be stricken with homesickness as he always is in field camps.

Fill my life with meaning again.

Passion Groove Life.