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Sunday, June 11, 2006
Just came back from sis chalet.
Super boring i swear.
It's all those adults.
And very young kids.
And BB went MIA the whole fucking day.
I can't be bother.
Okay maybe i do.
All i know he is in malaysia.
But he din even text in the morning.
I'm waiting for my dad to go to bed.
THEN I CAN WATCH "THE L WORD"
AHHHH!!
Cant wait please.
Much thanks to sarah hoe's gf for lending.
Wahahaha.
Ok im hungry.
Gonna go get food. =)
It's like there's no you.
So insercure; thou i know you love.
{/10:22 PM}
count on it .