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Thursday, November 6, 2008

YES!
tml is the day.
it will be friday.
despite having to wake up early the next day,
i can go back and slp the whole of sat(:
icantwait!!!!!!!!
botanic garden tml.

and damn.
my hair is like dry grass.
herbal essence, ineedyou.

the younger the children,
the more amazing they are.
she is soooooo adorable la!
i do not like the fact that i am still stumped when asked the question.
SHIT.
qiuling, get a grip.
and no, not a concern of mine.
but, damn.
u see, its the complication of the heart.
dear heart, can u please dun feel.



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