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My sentiments exactly!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009, 7:41 PM
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It's taking me light years to clean up my desk and transfer all my files and folders onto my new shelf. I'm too darn sentimental. Can't seem to let go of my Year 9 exercise books for some reason. They hold no significance at all! Yet I can't bear the thought of trashing them..

Oh, but old diaries are the best. Best piece of blackmail anyone can ever find is someone's personal diary. Mine is truly horrific. I found my 2007 one about half an hour ago and have been flipping back to past events since then. It's like reading a poorly written recount of a roller coaster ride that you went on in Year 6. Can't help but laugh at your ignorance yet you can empathise.

I reckon #2 on my "What The World Needs" list is Diaries, right after Notepads.

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