Strangers – draft 1

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(Author’s note: This blog was initially referred to my old sanctuary.)

I wonder why so many strangers PM-ed me. They don’t ask me questions. They just want answers. Answers that doesn’t matter. In the long run, that is. They don’t know me. I doubt that they would ever want to. All Malays. This is sad.

1 assignment due. 2 tests coming up. 3 projects ensue. Life is not a happy-ending.

Written by bodicea

July 14, 2005 at 1:04 pm

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