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a floor plan of my new room (things not really drawn to scale). click to embiggen

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  1. Cheryl Yvan ChongFriday, May 06, 2011

    This looks legit! :))

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  2. AnonymousSaturday, May 07, 2011

    wheres my room?

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  3. Aimee CapinpuyanSaturday, May 07, 2011

    Cheryl: I know right! :)) Totally legit! :))

    Anon: ?_?

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  4. DadSaturday, May 07, 2011

    It looks ok man, dear.

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  5. yeah, it's meSunday, May 08, 2011

    at least you have your own bathroom now. it kinda looks ok to me.

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  6. AnonymousMonday, May 09, 2011

    I find the closet-under-your-bed thing really cool! Plus you have a bench! That is so awesome!

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  7. AnonymousTuesday, May 10, 2011

    there is nothing cool about homesickness :(

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  8. AnonymousSaturday, May 14, 2011

    im confused didnt yout post something after this? :(

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  9. Aimee CapinpuyanSaturday, May 14, 2011

    i'm confused too! i did post something. then it disappeared for some reason. it's back now though!

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  10. AnonymousSunday, May 15, 2011

    May I know where is this new dorm in Xavierville? :)

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  11. Aimee CapinpuyanThursday, May 19, 2011

    Oh, the picture in here is of my current room in Dormitoryana.

    But anyway, this new dorm is in Xavierville 1, as in the subdivision. It's near T.A.P.E., some GMA-affiliated office. :)

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