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breakaway
Thursday, September 3, 2009 // 2:35 AM

I luvluvluv my girlfriends, heheh. Yesterday was fun, we love taking videos & imitate all those *EHEM* minahs. Mary & I act out while Dee was the camera girl :D Maybe some parts were being too exaggerated ? Hah! What do I care. After Dee went home, a group of Dunman girls passed by us and we somehow heard the word, "Minah Kental." HAHA! Wth. We weren't even being real, dumbasses =.=" Headed the library to meet Shikin and showed her the videos. I went home early cos poppa told me that we wanted to go out before breaking fast. Anyhow only cheat my feelings - we went out at 8.30pm siol ! -____________-" zzzzz. Whatever. Still, we weren't able to find the 'PERFECT ONE' for us. Ohmy, some tough job we have.

As for today, nothing much really happened.
I don't know how to express myself, maybe 'it' came back to me and made me feel uncomfortable all over.



P.S ; Pictures will be on the next post.