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Sunday, November 12, 2006

now rotting at home till its time to go wrk.
im having a serious cramp now la.
wonder how am i gg to survive thru my eos.
boo.

well,
things are nt very nice these days.
i think alot.
alot for myself.
alot for *him.
i noe very clearly that i love *him alot.
and i noe very clearly that i doesnt want to lose *him.
but i jus keep thinkin and feeling that ever since i enter *his life,
*he seems to be so physically tired and stressed up.
it hurts to see *him like tis.
and the only solution to it is to leave *him.
but i noe it wil be bad for both of us becoz we feel for each other.
sigh.
i dunno how to say but i just wish everything wil be fine becoz i needed *him.
i need *him becoz i love *him.
yes,
finally i understand tis phase.
*he is the reason i realised all these.
loves.

i cant tk it anymore.
the pain is killin me.
byes.


3:49 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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