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Tuesday, September 4, 2007

I FEEL SO SICK AND I WAS DAMN LEFT OUT AT THE TWINS' BIRTHDAY PARTY.I REALLY WISHED BRYAN COULD COME.REALLY.TRULY.I WAS SO DAMN DAMN BORED.ONLY THE DISGUSTING ENTERTAINMENT WAS FUN.
SMS CONVO.
Mud-Crapppsss sahh.I miss you.
me-I miss you toooooooo.
Mud-What's going on now?
me-*tells him what the guys are doing with the girls cleavage and stuff*
Mud-OH.MY.GOD.GET OUT OF THERE.
Me-Huh?No.Never.
Mud-Darling.Never is an awfully long time.
me-Yeah.Peterpan.I feel real left out.
Mud-Want me to come over?
Me-What's going on at your side then?
Mud-Grandma.Dinner.Shangrila.
Me-You suck.
Mud-Why?
Me-YOU ONLY EAT FIRST CLASS FOOD
Mud-ohyah horh.Bring me to a hawker can?
Me-I'm NEVER talking to you again.
Mud-*smses 5 times then got the key*Ohhh.My.God.I just remembered.What am i gonna do with this beautiful teddy bear i bought for my darling baby?
Me-GIMME!!!!!!!!!!Wait.No.mom will suspect.
Mud-Right.Mom and dad would suspect.I'll keep it with me then?
Me-yes.That sounds fine.since when you start calling my parents mom and dad?
Mud-Huh?Oh yah.Dont worry.you'll be rich taitai also.
Me-In my dreams!]
Mud-When you marry me.
Me-Wait.IN YOUR DREAMS.
Mud-Haiz.My bad bad naughty girlfriend.

Blogged @ 4.9.07
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