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damn, TMR is like O levels. bio sumore. aiyooo. haha, well i'm QUITE prepared for it. (: now im all alone at home! and its so darn boring. farrel went out with his friends so did mum. francine has exams. RAHH, cant wait for everything to be OVER. OH OH! christmas is coming. haha. (: i have in mind what to wear already. yippie! (: haha, k. enough. alrighty, im gonna go mug now. later going to church. BYE! loves. :D

standing at your front yard, hands stretched out, calling out your name.




10/31/2006 12:44:00 PM