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so she says;






that's when i love you.
Friday, March 23, 2007

right. i lost my password to a certain access. sigh.

and oh.. i saw the korean guy who i am supposed to know. we head to the mall for lunch. i noticed the whole time he was holding this book and flipping it every so often. its some handwritten notes for translation. why cant local has pretty boys as well.

my eyes are badly strained.

i lost my password.

you're mad when you lost the tennis game;
and showing up late with the gulit on your face.
you know,
i still love you.
even you laughed at your own jokes;
the clothes mis-matched;
and stumbled when you speak.
since then.





my latest addiction and my v-sign (:
(and boy, the sun's blinding me. can we chill at a better place the next time round?)

@6:59 PM