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Thursday, June 5, 2008 // 10:29 PM

i hate cramps.
i hate cramps.
i hate cramps.

cramps are killing me! ):
medication don't seemed to help.

today, scary day.
was at jw's hse. & his MP came knocking on the door,
trying to come into his hse,
in the end, he went out of the hse to surrender.
i'm alrdy missing his craps & nonsense.

don't worry, sok!
1month will pass quickly.
you've got us to accompany you.

stayed over at his hse to chat with his parents.
& his dad treated us to kfc.
then drove us to lu's hse as sher & val are having tuition with rongrong.
hahs.

will probably be spending the whole day+night and maybe till saturday with my girls.
hope they hold onto the words they said!
its gonna be a new & fun night tmr.
i'm gonna forget everything for a night, forget my responsibilities & forget who i am.

no more taiwan trip, like you've told me you'd bring me there since it's my wish.
& i'll no longer be the first one to sit on your bike.
don't worry, i'm alrdy letting go, rather than clinging on.
maybe it's just the memories & words you've told me that i can't forget.
maybe it's just regrets, i've still got so many things i wanna do with you.
i miss your hugs. i miss those sweet msgs you sent me months ago.
'iloveyou'. i realize this is the first time & last time i'm saying this.
okay, this is enough. i don't wanna cry to sleep tonight. ):

i know you won't care abt anything.
sweet talks wouldn't be called sweet talks if they couldn't fool girls.

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