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Tuesday, October 03, 2006

I am like waiting for b to come back home. Like where the hell is he. Was suppose to lepak longer after break fast but he had to go. Fine. I excuse. He said he'll call me the moment he comes home. But where is he? Its like 3am now. Argh !

Chat with Natra for awhile. Then all of a sudden her display picture was a picture of my cousin. I got shocked and quickly asked her who that is. And errr... thank God it's not my cousin. I will kill him if it was true. Anyways, it wasnt her whom im chatting with. Its her guy. Yea, whatever. Hah !

Now im just waiting patiently for my cell to ring. Haish ..


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