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I so believe that I lead a mundane life.
February 12, 2005
hai.. 1 week hol.. gone.. done reports.. substandard ones..
anyway..went painian for the first few days of cny.. hearing e same old ting over n over again.. 'wa bh u so tall liao ar? got play bball anot? when ns? why u like everytime haven ns yet one?'
hai.. nt say i wan say them lah.. but.. haha.. i dono wat to say anyway.. :S
vday is nearing.. dont even noe if i get to go out w her on tt day or not.. haix..
stranger? not e person that i once knew? i dont noe..
the origin.2:21 PM
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