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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
NOITCELFER THEORY.

I think I'll die so soon.
Dying is your latest fashion,
trendy enough to kill your sadness.



nothing much for today.
Love. Much Love. Most Love.
&
chatted w/ Nic as usual.


Nic's Ibanez, picture from him.


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Picture from Zovian.
LOL.

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wondering when I could do proper preparations for up coming events.
I won't say that I'm fucking organized, but I think it's time for me to.
I REALLY FUCKING need time.

ANYWAY. JON, you miss me, gei siao ah.
你要篇谁?
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:(
really missed those days when those people are there for me. I'knw I can trust them.
but where are they now? It's not coming back. I guess I've no one & I need no one.

turning point of life, new people new friends, it's not coming back & I don't want it to.

I love my hubby bunneh.

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off topic, ever thought of people who love to contradicts.
only attention seeking?

fuck okay, revise what you say, slap yourself tight.
(My hands are on your neck and I think I hate you ^^ - Joe)

always make me think of a friend, A. sad case for her 'coz of an idiot that wants so much attention from her, no friends etc. and then, she left her boyfriend for him. tsk tsk tsk.

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FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML .
@ Yol : oie, mai emo. maybe one day we'll come down visit?

Tuesday, September 15, 2009



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ESTHER NOITCELFER ☼

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