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Saturday, November 25, 2006

updates. updates.

was rotting at hme e whole morn.. my fever's kinda better.. well, at least i hav yet to vomit.. lolz.. anyway, slept frm 1-3 plus.. e weather was so damn nice cn?? lolz.. den my cuz sms me n ask me out.. yea.. n mum's kinda hav no objections in letting me go.. plan to go fer e beats society thingy.. BUT.. we didnt keep track of e tym.. lolz.. so in e end we didnt go.. kaka.. went to far east.. she bought her pumps.. gosh.. she's workin nw.. haix.. didnt reali crap much cox i'm totally nt myself.. guess wat?? when i saw dis bunch of mats, i kinda ignored n looked at other stuff.. wat shocken me was when my cuz suddenly went..

cuz: babe, wat's wrg wid u?
me: nth.. y?
cuz: y r u so quiet.. usually u gt loads of comments to trash out.. y r u so depressed?
me: huh? reali? nth's wrg..
cuz:c'mon.. u're thinking of smth dont u?? u r nt urself today..
me: i'm okay.. der's nth wrg wid me..

n she continues to blabber n blabber.. as fer me, i kept quiet n tried to force myself to smile.. den we walked n walked.. found cla's stuff.. so yea, her's complete.. wonder how am i suppose to wrap it.. haix.. aint reali noe wat to write anymore.. c ya ppl sometym aite..

love is everything it's cracked up ti be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. and the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more. -Erica Jong

There is no mistaking love. You feel it in your heart. It is the common fibre of life, the flame that beats our soul, energizes our spirit and supplies passion to our lives. -Elizabeth Kubler-Ross


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