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Thursday, January 05, 2006
Best friends will not do this

The day was gruesome, totally. ): sigh. Went to visit Bestaye this afternoon. Took a train down to Simei, had lunch at Eastpoint, walked to CGH. She was at 7Eleven when we reach there. She's waiting to shit out the ear stud then she can discharge already. :D yayness man. I can't wait for her to come back to school. Boohoohoo. She's got that lacey clothes on her. Hahah! Damn funny. She met weird people, really weird people.

Thankyou for showing me that Best Friends cannot be trusted.

Sigh whatever. I don't wanna talk about it. Don't wanna make myself feel any worse. =\

& baby. (: I guess what you said was true. If she's your best friend, she wouldn't do that to you. I should just give her a chance to explain whatever she wants to & listen to her. =\ Thanks for being there, darling. I'm sorry about this afternoon. Didn't mean to hang up the phone on you. ): Who ask you don't believe me la! Asshole. 8311 =D Hughug.

& ning! thanks. (: I love you man. ;D We'll talk soon alright. Hughug.


We belong together.
<3,


6:56 PM
Mend this broken thing./
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