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Saturday, January 3, 2009

life is getting boring...aaaaaa...played audition fer so long untill hand trembling...haha...maple so less ppl on9...sian...cos dey gotta go to sku...i so damn fortunate...bo sku...BUT...hv ta prepare my 'receive result' mood haiz 15 jan out...juz gota noe...from ting ting...i mean cos i play http://www.gaiaonline.com/ ma den she there said it...and her msn oso said it...aaaaaa...shiit...juz used a huge round to ask a guy abt me and Yuanhe maybe he (Yuanhe) is trying to cheat me...noooooooo...when i come on9 msn...he went out aaaaaa...i am sick...lovesick...my heart is broken into pieces...y do the guys i give my heart to always break my heart...i dont expect any enddings...i juz wan dem to be happy...as long as dey can be happy...i dont mind standing behind...watching dem in silence...but if he dont like me dun play wif my feeling ma...tat rily breaks my heart more den anything else in the world..a little add on at around 4 20am heon9 and suprisingly he said the first word...hey...den after not exchangeing a few words he gtg...TT_TT...i m depressed...arghhhh

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