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Wednesday, May 03, 2006 

so very random. not to anyone in particular. really.
okay, let me start. this isn't going to be an entry to keep you updated on what's going on in my life, neither is it going to be a hiilarious one, so please proceed to the next blog if thats what youre looking for. check back after a couple of days when ive typed out another entry.
i hate it. i hate it when i want to say something but i dont know if youre willing to listen. i hate it when i care when you dont think i should. i hate it when i find it so hard to explain myself to you. i hate it when i dont feel like saying anything to you because i think you think its irritating. i hate it when youre physically there but in actual fact youre somewhere else. i hate it when i have nothing to say to you anymore. and you know what? i think i care although i say i dont. screw it. i bother about alot of things. i do. and im like that. why? i dont know! am i supposed to know? perhaps. but i dont. fuck 'nuff said.

butterflykisses*6:33 PM

t h e g i r L

x Lee Yu Juan Sylvia Colette
x 21st April 1988
x Immaculate Heart of Mary Church
x st nicks catholic junior college
x 1T12 (1st 3 months) 1T34 2T34
x interact students council interact

stains of the past*

we have a certain kind of love,
a very special kind.
one that is deep from our hearts,
but always on our minds.

f r i e n d s (:

CJC.
others.

stains of the past*

christmas '05
18th birthday
jade/huiying birthdays
ceejay 2006