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Thursday, September 07, 2006
i'm back, && i'll blog on the same day.
again! =x
had a whoopie time with Nazirah just now! (:
she's crazy & she's KECHIK.
haha, small size sia, wth.
we've had $30 to spent just now, so we tried to finish it all.
took neoprints, but she brought home to scan.
and so we could place it in our friendster (s).
okay, with $20 left ..
we ate at Macs. and we laughed & laughed like retards.
cos while we were eating, one of the workers brought this very big bag of MILK back and forth twice.
we laughed like there was no-one else in the Macs.
kekeke. and plus, the manager was pregnant.
wooopies! we're dirrrrty.
den was fed-up with Iqbal, Galvin & Ashley.
they were late by three f*ucking hours, who won't get angry?
hmphff, den when they arrived, i gave Iqbal a doink face.
the I'M NOT HAPPY face.
and he said sorry, but i didn't give a damn.
but yeah, after seeing him after so long, i finally admitted to myself that yeah, i kind of missed him.
.. so much.
he changed alot, oh && we had the same fone model!
ohmy God! =x
so cool, so coooool (:
kay, overall i had a great tyme with them.
and i think someone's telling me something i don't even wanna hear.
but i think i know what's that.
and please, stop that feeling from coming.
i'm trying to forget Him, and the old Him's coming back.

x PS. I'm Still Not Over You. x
( haiz, i wish i could though )

in the name of love.
3:27 AM