1122nd post

Happy Birthday to a!

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Shall go around to shop for a log cake for MTA. Chateraise, maybe.

Little things in life reminds me of you, ChirChir (oh my yummy fried chicken!), Marutama, Clark Quay, SCMS, all I find myself scurried to avoid now.

I wish I could delete Telegram, if not for my clinic group chat. I could only delete your contact, so it doesn't show up when you were last seen.
 
I was looking at the traffic to this page and realized there has always been this one view. I am not hopeful that I am getting the right person to read, it could be a computer generated view as the post goes public, or Cal who managed to sign nto my blogger/hotmail account. I only hope to retain some space for myself, without hurting Cal. I had hurt him enough when I blubbered through my drunkard state.