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♡ the end~ooma.
Thursday, April 23, 2009, 4:41 PM
nolove Pictures, Images and Photos

Together, we're worlds apart. Enough, I won't preceed in liking you anymore.

Thats it. No more OOMA. And once again, my heart will crumble like anyone, however, I'm sure it heals in no time. I'm sure. I don't wish to resort to explaining such personal matter in this public blog. Maybe its time to start being a little conservative at this area of my life. Perhapss, everyone is right, in the first place.

Oh yea blov-vers. I haven't update about our SYF results yesterday. Ohm, ohm, ohm, we got Silver. Okay answer your doubts? Moving on. (if any, just tagged me blov-s♥).
School has been in great turmoil. And I've lost control.
Right, very right. Midyear's start next week. I'm really really struggling for revisions. Really.
Right fine, I guess I won't continue on rambling on unnecessary stuff up here in my blogg.
God, I'm tired.
P.S.// So we live our different lives. Goodbye, OOMA.