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August 18, 2007

damn the fireworks. i freakin wanted to see it. i can only hear it now. damn him.
damn saturday nights. it feels so alone. ):
damn school. it's been sucha bitch. how can anything get so bitchy? it's so draining. i feel almost dead by the time it's friday. you just gotta enjoy it to get over the feeling.
damn him. things are so different now. he's the biggest fool of all. or am i? for wanting everything to be perfect.

squash isnt going too well for me. i was in no mood to play. but it felt okay after awhile. we need a better coach. i want anthony to come back. but anyway, i played two matches. 9-4. 9-7. not bad. i had dinner with the squashers, shuzhen. gayathree. alnishyia. alfie and natalin. thorn among the roses. haha. but it was cool. faizal came with the "gang". haha. i was tired by the time i reached home. but i just didnt feel like sleeping. i didnt want to. and i had no idea why. ): i slept only at 2.

my heart feels heavy whenever i talk to you. why is everything so weird.


HER SCREAMS BEING HEARD AT [ 9:26 PM ]


THE GIRL!

` seeeeenah!
` 16 going on 17
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` mid year exams
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` mahmud's 20th bday
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` han's 23rd bday
` tooniebaby's 17th bday!

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