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Thursday, March 10, 2005

a start....

well..im tired..haah coz i carried a very extremely heavy bag...niwaes,woke up late..evry tired..den wnt to skool late lor..ahah but ma damn beg was ehavy wif d laptop and stuffs so i gta take a cab..dudye..itys hruts..erghwasted 10 bucks...arrrrrrrrrggh i noe i nvr cum to skool..niwae b4 dat was fitin wif mummy den she locke dherself in her room..ergh...argh/.//den wen to skool..den okae...gat bought ma ciggies runny out ofdem....hahah actuali i cn tahan w/o dem but hey.....hahh skool man..skool...nwiaes den goin decided to go clas..since ma old yah msged den meetyn hyma after skool...den went afetr class wnt dwn tamp met oldyah....hmm..had dinner wif hym at s11...ddn he sent me hme...its like now as usual..haha ohmagosh....i cnt belive it..ist liek a strt to evrytyng and anytyng....well i hope itys okae..btu ehy he asked me wen ims oo gan tell huby..goodness..hubby...msged hym he didnt answer..so ergggghh..niwaes gta do sumtyn lah..gat tell but after 24th..after 24th....hahah well..niwae ..................... im hapie now....ma onlei probs..money././ergh!need em./././/....mus asked ma mumsie money fer tyngs..ergh!klah gtago..adios...im tired and i need printmakina nd stufs bsk and i gta do sum of d werks...ergh..watevr...klah..gotogo..byes...


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