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hohoho.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
2:59 PM

oh man. something's wrong with me. i dont feel like responding or reacting to anyone. i see no purpose. i dont know why.. something's bugging me. but i dont know watt! kill me if you must, people. i dont feel like going out, watching tv, calling anyone or messaging anyone. every little thing people say or do, im annoyed by it. arghh. its NOT period. normal people will think it is, but again, its NOT. depression symptoms? i guess not. now, i dont feel like blogging anymore. BYE.

femme.

joanne.

going 23 (i actually had to use a calculator).
totally abhors people wit no originality.

so much love.

my family.
siva :)
food!
denise:)
friends.

latest.

right people. my birthday's coming!
16th august. HAHA.

i wanna be a baker, one day.

i love:
`:food.
`:clothes&shoes!
`:TENNIS*

loves.

i dont know if they still exist! :p
ladies first;
above all-my YEGG:))))
young denise;)
eileen-eating kaki.
eileen
huda:))
jess
verni

hot topic; nothing's hot at the moment

then gentlemen;
nothing!

meaningful*.


when we find the reasons why...



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