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Thursday, October 07, 2004

i blogging frm blogger!!

okie i guess i'm the onli 1 who will understand y that heading.. nvm i noe can le.. n its hard to explain in words too, so forget it..

in AS7 comp lab now.. asl me y ba.. there's voices lesson @ 7-8, tts y.. n i juz noe abt it @ 10+ last nite.. i'm so not in control of my own life.. n i juz bought tix for 'the twilight of the golds' on mon for the 21st nite show.. but i juz realised too tat i'll hv voices lesson tt day!! so its either i skip the lesson or i skip the show, which is equally stupid cuz i paid for both.. twilight = $16.. lesson = $15.. equally ex.. walau shit la duno wat to do oso.. both oso will heart pain pain.. mabbe ltr den tink of solution.. c can negotiate anot lo..

*grinz* juz hang up the fone wif dearie.. he's coming!!!!! *wheE!!* haha will b gg out to mit him ltr.. but he's flying to brunei soon.. but nvm la its juz 3 weeks.. juz tt he'll b super sian la cuz he'll b spending his bday in the jungles, feeding the mosquitoes..

y bother feeling so down n apologetic aft all u've done? there's reali no pt in doin tt.. u've hurt him n tts the truth.. u noe how u feel n he knows it too.. juz do him a favour.. dun hurt him anymore.. let him go.. he's oredi covered in wounds.. dun step on his wound anymore.. i feel so sad.. feel so sorry.. i duno wat to say.. i noe tt tis is reali none of my biz.. but i juz cant help bt feel tis way.. y r tings turning out lyk tis?? y?? did u even tink of his feelings when u do wat u did? i dun tink so.. since tts the case, den dun bother feeling sad now.. becoz u noe tts juz so fake.. dun pity him.. leave him some self esteem pls..


+ [A]nGe| @ 18:09

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