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Wednesday, September 03, 2008
darn.
i am once again in the whirl of emotions.
feeling darn sucky when i was just so near u yet i didn't utter a word.
i just let myself swallowed the words back.
i feel like crying.
***
brother didn't realise the plastic bag that contained his pressies was for him.
the supposed-to-be-surprise turned out to be me telling him that those were from me.
lol.
***
time to read my txtbk.
dramaM0M0; |12:11 AM|