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Its Only Life - Kate Voegele
Sunday, August 01, 2004
dis dae...dis blog...soo many words...soo many stories...so lil stuffs..

well...todays been tynking back day...2morow will be kan chiong day..i mean stress day...2day is 1/2 stress...wel...i msg hym..i msg hym..i went lyke.."iswandi,yu dere?sheena here.yu noe me?niwae juz askyn yu how d hell are we gna meet on monday to conclude about dis fuckup relationshyp?i mean where and wat tyme?i need and answer a.s.a.p.yu remeber?i hope.."
and he didnt fucking answer me...wadafuck!!!alamaks...getyn on ma nerves..i koled and it waz ryngyng..OBVIUSLY its on adn he received it..he cant be nt answeryn due to nt getyng d msg!!aiyoh...pls pls pls....dun do dis to me...dunmake ma lyfe more miserable...pl s just msg me tomorw tell me d tyma and all..pls be willin enuf to meet me...pls meet me or mnday pls meet me and gif me a good answer..pls meet me and promise yu wont make me suiffer gain...pls iswandi...yu are evrytang to me...i dun feel dis way wen iwaz wif ruzaini..pls pls pls...dis tyme i reali need hym...im soo ove rhym..so into hym..but i shuldnt be...i shuld be cool..i shuld be angry at hym for doin dis to me...but i cant help it...now at tymes i hate hymm..il go like cryin and askyn why...nw i didnt cry cant cry...coz im dreadfully sad combined angry...but ill know dat wen i see hys face ill go...okae...i styll lurve hym..i dunnoe why but i relay tot it wuld happen between me and hym...we are realie together..we lyek always talkyn tyngs out..we ar ealways funny in or on wae..he always pamper me..he noes how to pamper me and delight me wif tyngs and funny noisees...well go around stalls and well make fun of all d names on d shops..well go like haach!!lyke spityn adn ill go like dick dick dick and laugh son..hahhahaand wellgo lyk eehhhh wah cinemas(eng wah cinemas)we always doin dat..always..and ill laugh lyke hell in d middle of d shoppin center...ill cling on to hym for d whole trip together ma hand will always be clutch..and ill always hug hyma and hell always kiss ma hand...how can i nt fall head ove rheels for hym wen i didnt get all dis wif ruzaini..and he sooo lurves hsopping...i eman he ssay he ahte but at least hell follow me in all d gerls shops and picks clothes together wif me..ruzaini will juz wait outsyde..and ill remeber how he says dat hyus payday will be fish and co day coz he lurves fish and co somuch...everytyme well go fish and co and talk botu how we met and start conatctyn in fish and co...hw we sat across each other but we were smsing under d table..but how can dis be...all ma frens who knew me noes dat im soooo for hym...i want hym...ive neever felt lkyke dis b4 but sriusly i reali wnt hym back....pls..pls pls......


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