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.Monday, June 1, 2009.

feelings retarded-ly angry -.-
people don wanna go with me to the singtel shop...and im seriously scared that i'll turn that place
upside down.
gah.
and please, i tried before already.
when i got that phone. so I WANT MY BROTHER TO GO WITH ME.
and banana-ish need my father's signature.

do you think i'll drag you to go if i don need your signature? =.=
puh-lease, only your right hand is important.
and maybe the pen. you're not that BIG.
i want my new plan NOW NOW NOW. gahhhhhh~



iloveyou
always.
7:01 PM