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Saturday, February 26, 2005

turn this way, abit more.

shit. debby is sick. that sucks. ): i miss herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
looking through past pictures never fail to remind me of the good ol' past.
everythings turned ugly now, but memories are still sweet and vivid in the mind, of you, you and you.
nvm thats where they shall and will remain.

opposition won the debate. yayness.
soccer training yesterday was fun! but very tiring. and this girl was tugging so hard at my shirt so i couldnt run for the ball. yes i am blunt and rowdy. at least when the game is hot and heated.
passive monkeys scare me! rahh. haha. yy and rob. and this weirdo andrew who looks like melly! haha. nice boots really.
soccer jersey either maroon or orange. which i prefer the former. orange is like so ummm. no comments.
panting like some dog on the field. nothing much but fana played damn well.

today is screwed up in school. totally sucked. missed nyjc vs our school but was 1-1.
parkway. and abit of pms. plus darren etc shurun in the evening ((((((; great as usual, i <333 darren n moyyy. haha : DDD
cheap thrills, joe wind cy sheryl myself n ingrid. think teenage driving. musik blasting and mad girls yelling at the top of their lungs. lol. the expressions are amusing.
anyhows, ghost stories are <333. haha.
then home sweeeeeet home. (:

won't you just shine a li'l brighter,
reach a li'l higher,
and look a little over.

drenched in distaste ; 1:05 AM



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