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Wednesday, May 23, 2007 // 3:38 PM

this is gonna be a long post again, and it's all gonna be nasty. dun read it if you've got a weak heart. (: this morning, had some fun with tricia. (: hahahs. i think i nominate for best scriptwriter & director! hahas!
now, im gonna begin on my story.


okay. it's your own problem if you're a slut or if you're just simply downright cheap. dun pull my friend along wth you. and I hope you do have some shame, stop disturbing my friend after all these stupid troubles that you've inflicted on her. & for your info, when ur mum goes yelling her head off at ur fren, YOU, as a FRIEND, shld at least explain things to ur mum or at the very very least, apologize to my friend (who, unfortunately, is ur friend too).
if you're scared that ur mum scolds or beat you, that's the price you have to pay for being desperate and cheap. if you don't really knows how the world goes round, i'll explain to you. of course, I'm being a nice soul.
1. u shld nv go to a guy's hse alone, i mean, when you only met him for like..less than a week? no friends some more, alone..tsktsk.
2. worse still, stead with him! (as if a week is enough to tell u if he's good or not)
3. worst of all, tell teacher say u nt feeling well and wanna go home, but go that guy's hse!


oh. so brave & daring. or was it because he's just a guy, and that does it? as long as he's a guy...haha.
dare to do dun dare admit, dun push all the blame to my friend, when u're pratically wanting to seduce ppl. please, grow up & admit ur actions or go back and be ur mummy's girl. wait till u turn 21 then let u go out and meet boys ok?

i think i'm gonna quote something:
If you do anything to harm my friend, "I THINK I KNOW WHAT TO SAY."
doesn't it sounds so familiar?

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