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Monday, June 18, 2007

Hehehe.This week is MUGGING time.Science in the morning,piano and homework in the afternoon,evening till7'(3HOURS) maths.JIA YOU.YOYOYOY.FU KUAN WAS GREAT.Wait till' I see Marcus!!!HAHA.Nah.I'm just planning to get some rich kids to call in 20 times.HAHA.xDI'm not exactly stressed out right now.I JUST FEEL HIGH.My bro and his rugby buddies,including Mattias Chia(I like him now as a buddy because he learnt my name!!!),ARE COMING BACK TOMORROW.6am.I can make it to pick him up.But mom says no.I MISS YOU GUYS.I think i'm gonna miss cell again this week.And the week after.and the week after that week.

I dont see you around anymore.
I miss feeling secure.
I called you at four.
But you were being mean.
I'm gonna find a cure.

HEYYS.I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU AND UR FIRST CLASS TICKETS OR BRANDED STUFF,YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY CHOCOLATE MUDPIE.EXTRA FUDGE ON THE TOP.XD

Blogged @ 18.6.07
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