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My seven years of bad luck has begun.

I just broke a mirror. Guess I'll be having seven years of bad luck then. That's going to be a lot of fun. Whoever invented that stupid saying is a freaking fuck bag.

But then again, maybe that person's right. I broke a mirror, I think three years ago, and my life's pretty much been in a turmoil since then. Goodness. Since when did I start believing those crap? Blah blah blah. I'm gonna blab away throughout this post. I can't think of anything sensible to say. My day's been a bummer, to say the least. All I did was download songs from iTunes, answer some quiz from Facebook, edit my blog, watch some TV, and stare at the freaking computer. Oh yeah, total bummer.

I have been typing and erasing for six times already. I seriously can't think of anything to write. HAYYY. Well, I think I'm just gonna end this one right here. I can't keep torturing my brain like this. =)

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