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FISH JESUS


You are the Way, the Truth, and the Life.


Saturday, December 1, 2007



yo. i finally managed to be online.
after what seems like years.
hmm. first thing.
i moved house. to sengkang.
loads of thing happened actually.
shall just cut them short.
me, fiona and yy had a girls' talk.
found out loads of interesting stuffs. hahas.
*shh. its our little secret.*
and yea. i've patched up with my ex. ((:
found out that gordon actually lives right beside my block. (thats scary!)
and got my phone confiscated.
thanks to SOMEONE, who keep smsing me, calling non-stop,
appearing to be emo and sadistic when i dont reply.
hello?? you have both parents, none of them financially in need, and dont have to pay for ur tuition fees and loads of other stuffs at the same time.
spare a thought for me will you?
and i'm quite glad to have my phone confiscated, since it means i wont have to be pestered anymore.
if you're reading this. good for you!
we're friends. but that doesnt mean we have to be super close. like in bgr.
and then you'll be blabbering on about how i dont care for you anymore.
wrong. if i dont care. i wouldnt even bother to respond to whatever shit you are doing.
if this carries on, you can even forget about being friends.
and dont you dare come to my house, asking to meet and stuffs.
in case you forgot. my break was supposed to be one full year.
at this rate we're going, i'm gonna have a head full of white hair by the end of sec four.
cry all you want. at your own house.
i know i said to keep things short. but this IS short.
you wouldnt want me to pour out every single thing that i feel pissed about you.
if you still cant get the message i'm trying to say.
its piss off. short and sweet. understood?
dont bother waiting. cos we will never be. i'm positive of it.
and if you continue, it wouldnt just be words next time.




it is FINISHED @ 19:17