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Thursday, August 03, 2006

School was okay today.
My clique decided not to go for one lecture,
and we're having the paper next week.
Good eh?
So we went to the library to chill.
All of us were doing our own stuff.
Me with my That 70's show.
Watched it with Khai and both of us were trying to hold our laughter very hard.
Then we had the stupid story being told again.
About me, Cheryl and Terrence.
Haish ..


Me: Auntie! Auntie !
Her:<she turned> Who eh ?
Me:Mariam lah. Mariam.
Her: <still figuring>
Me:Anuar. Anuar.
Her: Ouh

Then we went on talking.
Its so sad that she didnt recognise me
and i have been with his son for like almost 9 months now.
VERY SAD !!!

The run is like TMR !!!
ARGH !!!


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Her.

Mariam,21
Bummer

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