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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Crushed. I am CRUSHED. And I don't mean crush in a good way, bad.

Guess what Ariff said. 'Bureng waaaahh. Main Bula?'

He's saying that as if I'M boring. Haha. Yes, unfortunately I am. And that's cuz you are the gentleman and YOU should start something to talk about. You don't know how much you hurt me just by saying that. You don't care. I made FOUR doodles about you; about how much you just don't care anymore. It's like you're better off on your own now. Sheesh. Fine then, if that's the way you want it to be.

But then, I kept thinking, I don't want to let you go. I seriously don't. Maybe it's you that wants to, cuz it's just so obvious. First, you just don't want to spend much of your time with me, you'd rather be with si Waie and Adam atu. Secondly, football is MUCH MORE IMPORTANT to you than me. *Sigh.

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