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Wednesday, July 12, 2006
11:43 PM
it's a FULL MOON night.
i stared out of the window.
and began to wonder.
am i horried?
am i terrible?
or am i just weird?
i feel super pissed off. with myself.
with everything.
let's just say it's smp.
argh.!
what's wrong with me.
why am i feeling stressed bout project deadlines.
when some dont even give a damn hoot.
GEEs.
CASSANDRA, WHAT'S WRONG WITH U??
maybe i should be left alone for a while.
to think.
to ponder.
to sort things out with myself.
if only i could live a farmer's life. won't it be great?
anyhoo! I WANA TELL MY DARLING NEIGHBOUR, WILSON!
THAT THE THING U COOKED FOR ME WAS SOO HARD!
BUT IT'S NOT BAD THOUGH! NEXT TIME MUST CALL ME FIRST MAH..
DEN COOK.
AND WHAT THING WILL MELT?
AIYO. NOTHING MELTED AT ALL LOR! BLUFF ME RIGHT?
psssttt . WERE YOU SO BORED TO COOK THAT ALL BY YOURSELF?