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Sunday

24

March

2002

lala day
POSTED in: Turtelina

It´s only 12.00 am and I am already bored. I guess you can either get bored when you have nothing to do or when you have too much too do that you don´t want to do.

Anyway, visit Shae´s Blog for WONDERFUL news! Yay! 😀

Thank you so very much Daynah for the gift. *grateful* It´s beautiful! :-D:


And a test:


Red: 6/100 Blue: 15/100 White: 19/100 Yellow: 5/100

Take the Color Code Test
by Dano


It sais: I am white, the peacekeeper, whites offer us all a model for gentle human dignity, it also sais this “I used to be apathetic, but now I just don’t care.”

So much for now, more later.

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2 Responses to “lala day”


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    dodo UNITED STATES
    1:01 am on March 25th, 2002

    i like this quote “I guess you can either get bored when you have nothing to do or when you have too much too do that you don´t want to do. ”
    well put =)


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    Lan-Anh
    1:34 am on March 25th, 2002

    ^ That’s so true ^
    I always feel bored at the wrong times

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