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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Kill bill (Vol II)

I'm feeling a little suicidal and furious now. I'm already tensed up about the freaking MYE and... ARGH. Oh well, someone definitely needs prioritizing tips (or perhaps whoever really does prioritise whoever-whoever rather than me? Okay the melodrama. Or rather, that whoever rates me and whoever-whoever equivalently? Zomg, then what's the diff man) It just reflect how essential you are to one's heart sometimes, especially when it comes to this thing. I'm yearning to be rated in a higher degree but oh well...

Okay fine, I'm a little emotional here but who cares. Friendster does its job anyway, how fillial

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Friends are forever, boys are whatever shall always be our sevensome quote. (: Love the surprise bash and everything, oh my (though the whole process of planning the bash's equally irksome and reaching to a near-vulgarative state 'cause I/we want it to be perfect for her- the asset of this clique. Co-operation demanded!). Pending girls' outing: Night Safari (yessa!!) I hope we can make it as a whole. Fingers crossed,

Camp's up for tomorrow, damn. That spells a withdraw of me from 4/8 class gathering for tomorrow, oh! The huge loss =(
I miss us and itsy-bitsy of Coral (hate to say this but can't be denied any longer)

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Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,