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Friday, February 23, 2007 || 9:37 pm

I sit here, hoping that blogging will wave off the unhappiness that i've managed to put myself into. Mainly due to the loss of my monokuro boo wallet that contained every single vital piece of shit that i owned. The $100 textbook deposit receipt was also wedged between those un-necessarily kept receipts from purchasing other items. I do, miss my wallet. Do you want to know the reason? Well, i kept almost all my sticker photos i've taken from the past 4 years. And knowing that some nasty, greedy-minded freak has their dirty hands on my beautiful wallet just kills my mood.

Last night i still had hope that i somehow left it in the navy country road bag i exchanged with jerry. But to my disappointment, i was replied with a "i didn't see it yesterday" when i asked of its whereabouts. It was entirely my fault that i was eating in the library, that i somehow managed to soil my country road bag with apple and mango puree, and somehow made a stupid suggestion to swap my bag with his. I fucking swear, i'm not in the fucking mood. I want my wallet back.

And sorry to anybody that i fired off at today. But blame the loss of my wallet. The last time i remember seeing it was at George Street, i remember shoving it into my Country Road. Or maybe i accidentally placed it into Luke's or Daniel's? Ha! Don't keep your hopes up. The more hope you input into recovering your misplaced wallet, the more extreme disappointment you'll be overwhelmed with because you're expecting too much.


We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope. - Martin Luther King Jr.

Take care everyone...