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Saturday morning: I talked to my annoyed and "maiksing mitsang" girlfriend. :) I went shopping for stuff I might need for my two week trip.
After that I spent an hour looking for a dc/ac power converter I need for my trip. Can't find it so I ordered another one from Amazon.
..and sent 21 emails that you owed your girlfriend... :)
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