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Monday, January 08, 2007

im back home at this hr.
was suppose to end sch at 6 but bio lect cancel,
im too lazy to wait for 5 hrs for the nxt lect so i decided to cum bck and mug for tmr's bio prac ica.
i wan to do well.
at least better.
but it seems kinda hard now when im too depress to do anything.
and dont say memorising.

to *baby :

to what extend must i go to show *you how hurt i am everytime *you do this to me. saying words that will nvr seems to mean sthg. i always try to trust every of *your single wrds but in this situation, can *you tell me how can i do so.? *you promised me and convinced me that *you will nvr be the sec her but wad is it now.? what's the diff of *you and her when *you can oso slp the nxt sec when things turn bad. i replied *your msg str8 after i recieve it but wad's in the end. *you din even reply and obviously it shows that *you are aslp. im hurt by it. yes, to *you, *you might think that im ridiculars to be angry or sad abt it but can *you understand the feeling of fear. i seriously fear that *you will be like her as time goes by. i can tell *you that i will nvr move on well anymore. esp when *you choose to abuse my trust in *you. i choose not to contact *you now. not until *you took the first step to. i dun wan to show how i feel deep inside. im not trying to be mean but im just trying to protect myself this time round. i wish to see how much i actually means to *you. maybe this time round i might be disappointed but at least i see *you through. see *you through the love *you actually had for me. i wun see *you for today. it wil be really bad esp after a fight like tis. but its good in the way that we can see how we can make it thru. im sick. i gt this fuckin headache. but i cant stop crying. fuck it.

there is alot more i wish to tell *baby.
but i gt no strength to go on saying aymore.
i dun wan to cry so badly anymore.

God,
take my sorrows away.
take my tears away.
take my pain away.
take me to where i used to be.
bring me back my happiness.
bring me the love i deserve.
bring me *his true love to me.
please.
i prayed.

)':


1:59 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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