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10/20/08
♥ 6:16 PM

I had no clue about ASEAN.
haha, it was okay.
I was practically talking to Aliza.
haha, and have you heard?
Aliza is already married.
HAHAHAHA!
omg, i had a good time there.

I feel like skipping German tomorrow.
And just go somewhere and slack.
But, bloody shit.
I have to get an excuse letter.
Damn.

Farhana, come to school.
Please.
not cos i miss you.
hahaha.

I read this magazine.
and it was like 7 ways of what not to do
when making an entrance at the Prom.
hahahah, Aliza and I laughed so badly at this- i dont know why-
: Dont hire smoke machines for a dramatic entrance. You'll set the smoke detectors off, and who can see you through the fog?
HAHAH, okay lame./

If you love someone and they break your heart.
dont give up on them,
have faith,
restart.

Oh god,
I cant believe this.
Why do I even bother to check on you?
I dont know why.
You were so nicee last year.
And then, off you go.
I hated you for that.
for everything in fact.
Then, why now?
Why do I care so much now?
Why do I go for someone who has hurt me so many times?
Why am I repeating my own mistakes again?
Forget it, I just miss you a lot.