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20 March 2007
it's my life that i lead.
why must i always listen to you.
and you never know how to say sorry.
freaking pissed with this woman luh.argh.
so anyways.HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRACE.
so i think you've enjoyed your day right.
despite the guji guji.
the raping.
the tearing of your uniform.
the pillow fights.
bored.
nothing seems right for me.
yesterday,banged the wall thanks to ting ting.
today fell down on the road thanks to jay chou.
i wonder what will happen tomorrow.
21:55
