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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

what the fuck.

because i just reached home,and its fucking 9.43 PM now.

and only my sister is around?
so expected. wdv.


din study much rly. was jus crapping arnd.
ranie loves me so much aye? :)

today was screwed, but lek kee kee took us tday! :D <333333333
but i was in a bad mood anw.

wth. lets not talk about it, shall we?
lets talk about NCC[g]. we shall.

wtf. ncc[g] is so going to collapse. from l to __.

i was still once enthu in it. wth. bloody ms yeo. zz

what the. fuck? must you kip harpin on it?
im going to flunk tmr, because of my stinky moodswings.

bah.

oh yes, happy birthday jamie. [:

might i add that i love mdm sia as much as i love kurry? kanasai.
*rolls eyes* boring arse. zz

i laugh because they are all fucking hypocrites
and they claim to be the best of friends

yet, it always come to the same ending.
the "war", then reconcile, as tho they are the best people on earth.
then, they "love" again. do they not forget they were- once the meanest to you?

i will applause, not for the war, but for their effort to show what great friends they are.
if these are the friends i had in my batch, i'd rather die.