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Saturday, May 14, 2005

currently; micheal buble's home.

my eyes are closing. im going off soooooon. :)
i tired to sleep; but my phone rang NON-STOP. all the messages and calls. i was so annoyed, decided to wake up.

i studied so hard but both papers was f*cking easy, pls.
an insult to my intelligence. WHAT CRAP.
im feeling something, something suspicious. something big. something close. but im not confronting that feeling. im leaving it. they'll be damned if they did that.

alicia says; i should be called crab ho :)

buy me a tiara and some stars;
1:48:00 AM

Friday, May 13, 2005

i totally screwed both papers; i left a question blank for social studies.
8 marks! EIGHT BLARDY MARKS!

alrights, lit. no mention.. essay question was pretty well done, i hope. passage based was CRAP. i was totally crapping my way through. oh wells.
lit's wasted.

i haven slept for two days. am tired but ive got to studieee. (:
i've never studied so hard.

im awaiting slumber land.

buy me a tiara and some stars;
12:33:00 AM

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

im addicted: maroon five's ragdoll.
im moving soon, after the exams. i'll get to it. :) i love maroon five pls. i just dont get why radio stations are only playing their songs now. not every song on their cd's nice though.
alrights. im outta here.
this city made us crazy;
you're not what you seem,
my heart's in for alot of sorrow.

buy me a tiara and some stars;
6:37:00 PM

angel
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my
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