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Yeah, I guess this is true. I seem to be posting on my blog more often than I actually take the time to write in my diary. I can't really help it - it's just way too convenient to blog instead of write... Sigh but now I have way too many empty notebooks in my room. XD

Oh, for CW this week I need to bring a picture that's significant to me. And I have absolutely nothing. The first picture that popped into my mind when the tutor said we needed such a picture was that I had a picture I took with Rikugame-kun back in secondary school, but I quickly pushed that thought away. I didn't quite need for myself to have a complete breakdown in class, thanks very much.

I have a nice photo of my dad and I when we went to Hokkaido for the first time, but what could I possibly say? "This was me when I was in P5, yes, still no change from how I look now, and that's my dad. We look really close, because we were, but then we're not close anymore."

Yeah, fun much.

But honestly, what can I say? What kind of picture should I bring? I'm completely stuck. I could bring a picture of Hokkaido and just wing it cos Hokkaido is extremely important to me (anyone who knows me well knows this by now hehehe) and it's true that it's significant in some way or other.

It's just not the picture that I'm looking for. But then again, how do I even know what I'm looking for?

This is so frustrating.

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