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Sunday, July 01, 2007


so the whole shoes thing was so crazy
me and my shivers,
afraid that khai'll reject it.
omg. wannie knew how crazy i was
and she told me to relax,
and i kept laughing super crazily.
okay nothing new huh?
and aishah pang seh-ed me at the last minute.
rarr. but i don't blame her.
she was sick. get well soon my dear.

khai turned crazy like me.
all the lies that gotyour ass to school worked.
luckily.
i bet he was itching to know what was going on.
SMTH SERIOUS.
haha. oh well.
hope you'll take care of your shoes now.
no no. you MUST take care of them.

wenlin wasn't around.
oh food poisoning attacked her. =((
but she recovered fast.
joined us at swensens, yay.
the whole swensens thing worked out,
and myra was superrrrr happy.
well. she looked super surprised.
had fun, baked rice is love.
i was so full
stupid fries.

michelle is so strong.
michelle,we'll always be here for you.
we promise.

random entry, for a day full of random things to do. finally a break. =))

and when i saw you, i couldn't help but hug you. couldn't so it too obviously though, for fear that people'll know. i just love you. glad you could make it, glad you could make it. you're my no. 1. =))


sung at 5:39 PM

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