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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

hello.!
back.
laughs.
was busy with sch projects, exams and work.
busy busy.
tired tired.
but i kinda love tis type of life.
grins.
sry *gf today i abandoned *you to go to wrk.
grins.
see *you tmr alrite.?
(:

quite alot of things happen to me reacently.
there is one thing i will like to say to someone.
dunno if he wil get to read tis but ya,

to you:
im glad i found a fren like u.
someone with EXACTLY same birthday as me,
born in the same hosp too.
its reali hard to find someone like tis.
like 1 out of the 100.
(:
i enjoy ur accompany.
i enjoy msging with you.
i enjoy wrking with u too.
but there is one thing i dun enjoy is to hurt you.
silly boy,
u noe im not str8,
u noe im att,
u noe i dunno how to trust guys anymore,
y u stil wan to get urself into tis.?
i noe i gt no rights to blame u or what so ever,
but i wish i wil stop hurting you.
tell me wad i can do.
i noe u dun feel gd kip making fun of me and my eye candy.
sm more he is ur gd fren.
so wil u stop it n dun hurt ur self anymore.
i dun wan to feel awkward in future in facing u.
i wan to be close frens with u.
jus like how u n berline.
im sure we can be gd frens like tt.
alrite.
im sorry.
i cant accept ur feelings for me.
my *gf still stands a bery impt place in my hrt.
and i stil dun wan to gif up tt place for someone else.
not for a guy i suppose.
im sorry.
no matter wat,
u are still the impt boy-friend i love to have.
lastly,
SORRY.!

alrite.
off to wrk.
yeap.
eye candy.
laughs.

i miss *you.
grins.




5:45 PM; be my KING Y
always

the GIRL

wants to be called as cynthia. her first cry was on the 110888. currently studying at NYP, a NURSE to be. now she is TAKEN by HIM. and yes, finally, she is with a GUY now (:



LOVES & HATES

she really LOVES sleep, music, freedom, HUGS, liquor, clubbing, DARLINGS gang, all the swt time she had with *HIM, all the things *HE had done for her & obviously H.I.M !

she really HATES chocolate, ice-cream, hurts, words that doesnt mean anything, empty promises, tears, stress, pressure, irritatation, FATS.





PLEASE

yes, please grant her with:

adidas jacket
Head tennis racket
billabong wallet
newurbanmale sandals
bikini
puma/nike/adidas bags
more skirts
more tops
new handphone
much fats off her body
been loved dearly by *HIM (:
spend almost 24/7 with *HIM
tanned skin
more time to enjoy
graduate from NYP asap
MONEY








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