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♡ an emotionally wrenching, haunting tale.
Saturday, May 9, 2009, 10:56 AM

Dear Sheela, ForYou here. Cheers for our gonna-fail History!

Blov-vers, its Saturday, and yea the weekend's started.
The day where I'm held by the temptation to stay at home, slacking whereby MYE's, a days outreached. Okayokay, I promise, study today.
You don't know how much I spent hours awake on Friday, reading through my History 'condense' notes but nothing just bypass my brain cells. I tried memorising, it didn't work. However it is, the paper's like century over and I'm ranting over an over paper. Okay, shut up, don't have to utter a word. I know I'm thrashing my vocabulary here. Ohweellleee.

And ohmygee god;
-tomorrow's mother's day.[pass]
-I'd just stood on him for my ver-e first.[pass]
-I've experienced that '2in1' thing last night-again.[pass]
-he's 75% through my heart. You know, too much discount.[pass]
and gee my god, he'll be talking to me on Tuesday.
Kay, I don't know how not to 'pass' on this. Its true fact. Considered which, now, its our 25th talked on messenger. And I completely don't know till when would we be talking upfront face to face.[pass]
Really, after all, I find it pointless talking about this.
Ohwell, I might have to continue with my Geog revision, now.
Daa blov-vers. Love-s.