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Sunday, June 21, 200911:30 PM

This picture was taken really really a long time ago. I look like one retard with my hair.

Nazz was sweet enough to come down to my place. ThankiU dearest. I had fun talking to you. I should have walked you to the bus interchange myself. See now you are paying more for the transport? Shall meet up soon, aight?

I actually wanted to proof him wrong when he told me that instead of me surfing the net to find stuff for my assignment, I would be online and chatting away. Heeee... You were right. I can't seems to stop myself from being online. It's addictive. Just like I'm addicted to you : X

I feel bad not helping out today at work. I'm justtt too exhausted. If weren't for my school, I would probably helped out. Sowiieeeeee...

Am working with Lulu tomorrow.. Cool or what?? I likkeeeee.....

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