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Y } Monday, December 11, 2006

And girl, he didn't tell me anything.
He told me those stuffs when we were still together or when we were quarreling that time.
I can't remember.
And ya, t reply t your post, what for I want him back?
I ain't you, I don't like him anymore.
How would you know that I don't know th stuffs?
You know me that well?
I don't think so.
I didn't blog about all those 'cus of him.
But because of myself.
You're are way selfish.
And like what I heard from your ex-classmates, you really are one not-very-nice friend.
To you, you can hate your very bestfriend just because of a guy.
Like hello, be more mature lar, how old are you liao?
I don't even wna have th power of grabbing him back.
(:
So you don't have t g t him and ask him.
(:
And girl, I don't hate you, I only hate your doings in th past.
Bye.

Nothing about tday. (:
I was home whole day.



\ i'm all about you.
7:12 PM