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Sunday, February 11, 2007
8:41 PM

I'm gonna be fat this cny. It's one week before cny, and the kitchen's filled with a lot of goodies, and the fridge is full, and we had to bring things over to put at my grandfather's place. Aww, damn. I don't wanna be fat! ):

& I think I'm starting to dread valentine's day. =/ Don't feel like making cookies, chocolate coated stuff any more. Valentine's day sucks! ): I don't wanna spend it alone.

Talked to serene today about ** **, and what she said makes sense. But I just can't figure him out. Sigh, what the hell. All I could think about is ** **. I don't wanna see stars lah, change to moon can? Okay, lameeeeee.

Some bloody idiotic ass went to ** **'s blog to tag as BELLE. -.-That person is cranky okay! Always like to pose as me and tag people. Ku ku bird. Don't have your own identity ah? But whatever, like ** ** would care.

Ehhhhhh, I want ** ** to wish me happy birthday at 12 am sharp on feb 18, then I think it'll be a very joyous birthday for me already. Because at least he cares? =/

Going to buy chocolates with deb tomorrow after school, then I don't know what to do already. Because boys are having match, then I think peachie has piano lesson, and I don't wanna go home so early because MSN isn't working.

I think I should go look for a job or something. Can earn money and save myself from boredom.

TURNING FOURTEEN IN EXACTLY ONE WEEK'S TIME.


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