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Sunday, June 26, 2005


people around me are asking if i'm attached.
i'm attached to my bed, food and girlfriend.
so what do you think?

what can i say now. brain dead.
mummy and daddy, i don't want to take exam!
i don't wanna go to school !
*sulks*


i don't wanna grow up.

; HER CRAZY DAY

3:14 PM




HER!