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.Monday, May 18, 2009.

okay, bad stuff first.
it started with a freaking retarded sms like 1 hour ago.
i didn't really wanted to reply back cause i've officially BURST mine.
"hello, guess who am i? i've actually followed you for years...but i guess you don't know. that broke my heart..."
yes, this retarded sms. with some other things behind.
actually i thought it was nicholas, cause of the breaking of heart stuff.
then i remembered, it was the number that i don't know.
so i started getting angry.
okay, just take it as mood swings. wtf.

so, i sms-ed back.
and went back to sleep.
wth, he/she/it, started spamming my phone. okay, that's...err, cool? retarted? irritating? =.=
i'll practically cut off all ties with that retarded person if i ever get to find out.
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anyways, today was CLEAN-UP DAY!
was actually late...with mingxuan.
but he arrived earlier than me...cause he pasir ris.
anyways, we started moving the things.

me and nicholas turned the girls toilet, canteen, etc etc, upside down.
with just soap, water, hose and a waste paper basket.
=.=
okay, its freaking tiring.
with 6 cinderallas cleaning the bombshelter.



iloveyou
always.
5:34 PM