you're my friend. i like you. but sometimes the things you do is just utter idiocy. you should already by now know where my limts are. especially after you witnessed the arguement i had with her. i know it's all for fun. but there's a baseline for everything. i believe your mentality has matured by now. i'm just saying^^
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Monday, February 22, 2010
abnormally weak intellect.
you're my friend. i like you. but sometimes the things you do is just utter idiocy. you should already by now know where my limts are. especially after you witnessed the arguement i had with her. i know it's all for fun. but there's a baseline for everything. i believe your mentality has matured by now. i'm just saying^^
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6:45 PM
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omg we ARE the club kids.
sometimes i just really wish that i had never met you because i really abhor you so much. the hate is so immense even your name pisses me off. i doubt that the possibility of us being friends again is eqivualent to cris crocker being straight. but i already met you, what can i do? blame it on bad luck. we cant expect everyone to get along. even god has haters. i fucking hate you bitch.
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Sunday, February 21, 2010
once upon a time, i didn't give a damn.
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jane told me about a peculiar dream she had.
" i dreamt that your mother commited suicide. and i saw you sitting alone staring at a piece of paper looking very downcasted. then i came over asking if you were okay. i got no reply. you were still staring at the piece of paper which i presume was the death certificate. i repeated my previous question. and slowly you reached out the death certificate to me but halfway i snatched it from you and to my horror the certificate was stained with crimson blood and it got some on my hand. i was petrified" and **poof** i woke up. i asked her if she had any recollection of why my mother committed suicide, she couldnt remember. all she remembered my mother saying was "sorry..." and the rest was a mystery. the freaky part was that what i wore on that day to meet her was the exact description she she had mention in her dream. freakyyyyyyyyyyyy. and when i told my mother she was like : " CHOY CHOY CHOY !!! eh, btw ah. jane got dream of any numbers anot? can go buy eh. " MY MOTHER IS SO LOL.
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11:19 PM
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it wasn't as crowded as i thought.
Went back to my "original" house to collect some stuff that i've left there for centurys. so i decided to get my dad's DSLR since i've gotten his permission already. but i neglected one point. when i said it was my dad's DSLR, the DSLR belonged to my dad's generation. and my dad's generation, during his time cameras run on films and double A batteries. -.- it was a total dissapointment when i saw it. D; but it's still in good condition. i just have to figure it out myself on how to deal with this baby since the manual instruction's in french-.- grrrr.
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decided to call jane out since she wanted to buy a new purse and bag. met her at ION. damn, the caucasian guy standing next to her was BOOMZXZ. whatever. moving on, bought a new wallet at TOPMAN like finally. went to alot of places but jane still couldn't find her desired bag. to me, when i set my eyes on something, she was like "jus buy only. buy la" but she herself was like "idk if i should buy leh, dont want la. see first" walou eh. LOL ! ION>WISMA>FEP : she somehow psycho-ed me to buy a new bag-.->313@SOMERSET : jane bought her hot pink purse at F21>BUGIS>ILUMA. and finally at ILUMA she bought a red bag. reached home at 10++ it was a good experience(:
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10:17 PM
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thanks for loving me cause you're doing it perfectly,
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
i want flying converse shoes.
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had the cambodia sales today. it was fun. i loved the experience. HAHAHA. hope we made a profit. hate the math relieve teacher. pffffffffffffft. oooo, went to catch percy jackson today with jane, audz,linh and cass. my treat. i like it :D i want the flying converse shoes(:
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010
eclair.
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omg,omg. i love ericia chanchanchan! those royce chocolate potato chips she gave me were heavenly. i love it ttm. yumzxz yumzxz. oh,oh. and also thanks anyra for making the V day card for me. i appreciate it :D
school today was pretty slack. math teacher was absent. i wonder was it the wish we made. freaky.
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
we'll write a song and turn off the lights.
i look fucking horrible. my hair's all fucked up and yet my mon insists on a family portrait-.- and surprsingly my sister looks nice in my clothings-.-
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my pretty mami.
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Saturday, February 13, 2010
i can't breathe no more.
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went tampanies to collect my contacts and shopped for a while. i have always lusted for a striped shirt but was afraid that the stripes would 'expand' me. but i bought it anyways. one for me and my sister^^ having reunion dinner later on but i'm famished already. mom forbids me to touch the food. D;
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crushcrushcrush.
linh's many facial expression.
school's CNY celebration sucked. i don't know. maybe i didnt know how to appreciate it. we were assigned an elderly each to take care of. i met the same old lady whom i had visited on a cip trip 2 years ago. HAHA. thanks for the gift. i liked it(: and and and. the best part was your facial expression. it was so fucked. you brought it upon yourself, mofo. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. at least i know i'm not the only one.
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
pull me away.
i look so ugly in the photos. whatever. so skipped drama today. went to find audz later on at j8. dined there. i think audrey was disgusted by me dining ettiquete. then met shorty jane. LOLOLOL. homed.
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Saturday, February 6, 2010
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