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Feb 18, 2010 (7:28 PM)
Saw and heard much this few days.
Hm, who to trust? Him or her, her or them? Im starting to trust her then him, cos he is showing me that he is the one that had been lying. Seriously i really dont know. I can take it as present is present past is past. But i dont wanna be the stupid one to believe the wrong person. Would be better if they could understand the same feeling as me )';

So yesterday? What did i do. I met Jeremy at night and was seen by my teacher. Fucked up man. Though we did not do anything but still fucked up. Cheeebeh. Forget it.

Another cut on my finger this morning, fuckin pain! Not deep but long. Then i was late for school again. Before i even stepped in to the class, teacher gave me all sort of nonsense. Still want see my father. Was damn sian for the whole day except for Music :/ Classmates were damn funny kept making me laugh. And i am sick.

#1
x : my dick (this) long.
xxx : Really meh?
x : Ya lor. You go home measure lor. (like this like this)
xxxx : huh how to measure!?

Hahahaha. Fuck funny.

& i found our letter and it says...
baby can you stop studying for a min and come hug me :(
Hah. When he was studying and i was lying on his bed alone then i threw the letter at him then he came and hug me haha. Kinda miss giving him morning calls and listening to him act cute when he wake up. Haha, love feels like regrets. Or when we know we didn't cherish. Or when its too late or over.

My hands are like ice now. Fucking cold. Or maybe i am having fever?
Feel like vomiting. Knn.

someone just, cant understand. Its better anyway. Lesser to think about.
Oink (:

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