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Sunday, April 22, 2007

she was so f-up tt she hit her knuckles on the wall. nobody dared approach her.

tings always love to happen when we wana do the club t-shirt.hoping it can be over and done with soon.

i landed my butt on the steps on my way down the double-decke bus wiz jere n peh laughing their heads off. geez. i'm beginning to wonder y i'm losing my balance quite often recently. the near to falling situations. my goodness. something wrong wiz my stability?

mon to thurs free to rest and shop and wadeva. but i can foresee judo orientation cutting into my time.

i'm getting tired easily of late.





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