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Saturday, June 9, 2007

Same thing for church today.Xueen was a clown in cell(as usual).Kegan and I just can't seem to be friends anymore.Madelia was LITERALLY stoning.Mayyin slacked so she didn't come.Trudy and Bryan were asking stupid questions.Tio dumped me and headed to eat dinner.I had a whole hour to myself(Don't bother clapping.I'm always miserable during that time)Especially,since Jia ling and Eva had to go off early.GEEZ.I thought why don't I walk up and down again and again at the pavement passing the library.On my FIRST lap,I saw Sam. coming out.I just smiled.The he asked me some questions and we went our seperate ways.After a while,I told him why I was walking round by myself because he had asked.I think...ANd he messaged back"Wanna hang out with me?"And I told him if it was books we were hanging out with.I won't be going.But in the end,he called just when he was at most 10 steps infront of me.WASTED A DOLLAR ON MY PREPAID FOR THAT.So,we headed for a drink.I was teaching a pastor how to say my name.llollz.Then we sat down and yea..just consoled wach other.Wait,it was HIM consoling ME.Haha.I noticed that the pastors and the church band guitarist drank funnily.I guess,that Sam I met the first day on the church camp,is still inside Sam.

ONE BIG QUESTION FOR KEGAN!!!!KEGAN.CAN WE STILL BE FRIENDS?!PLEASE?!

Blogged @ 9.6.07
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