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*is like choosing a life partner, you'll be surprise that it turn out to be a joker. *
*is like being number 11, trying to fit in with the others but you couldn't*
*number two is always bigger than number 3, partners are meant for two, greater love in only two*




Thursday, May 3, 2007
WORTHLESS PROJECT WORK


hi...
long tyme never update..
cos i m busy...
exam coming..
lots of mwk...
haish...

aniwae...
my bro came back last fridae...
when i saw him,
i felt so delighted and this feeling
which i can't describe to you...

it felt as if my hart..
is lit up..
i dunno lah...

aniwae..quite busy...
maths can be
so stressing..
hmph...>.<

many things
happened in school
but i keep 4getting
to tell u...

i hate ipw...
wanna noe why?
because my grp
is no good

they don't care
and leave everything
to me...
that is not fair...

i asked yq
to do the product...
but guess who
ended up doing the product??
MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!...
and my caring father

when i showed her,
she was like...
"eeeeee!"
i thought to myself...
if u think that
this is ugly,
why dun you
try to do the product
yourself???

i hate yq...
i hate her...
she talks big only...
as if she can do better
than me...

come lah...
i challenge you...
i told her
to do the product
if she dun like mine..

well, FAKE people
always use lame excuses...
she say that dennis
had destroyed it....

i thought to myself...
it's ur fault..
not responsible
and never take care properly...

indeed my hart
is very hurt at her
harsh remarks...
wannna noe why?

my father had put
effort in it...
he n i spent tyme thinkin
how to do the product....

damn you yq....
u dun noe how 2 appreciate....
sumtymes i wonder...
i u have a hart....
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