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.Saturday, April 11, 2009.

im still waiting

ALAMAK. im sorry for starting my post like this.
but what the hell?! okay, what LIMKIMCHYE has said is irritating me.
he'll die on monday. really, he will.

okay, today was bad.
i mean those kind of...rotten?
i always hate leaving band early. cause it meant, i have something important on later.
-.-
okay, so yeah, i borrowed my instrument home.
forced.
then carried all the way to Justin's house.

OMG. the whole day im irritated.
first, KimChye, now him.
Justin asked all kinds of stupid questions.
i mean what the hell? -.-
the next time i go his house i bring knife.
O.O
i think the 2 hours i spent at his house, i used 1 hr 30 minutes trying to overcome my anger.

im having another tuition session on Monday with him.
shit lah. what a day to spoil my week -.-
if its not for his brother, i think i die liao.



iloveyou
always.
8:01 PM