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Friday, August 01, 2008

♥ Another telepathic rendezvous
Contemplating whether to skip class today.
Well, I did. Due to some unforeseen cirsumstances. GAH
Half the class went off, for movie.
Catch P2.
I'll rate it ★★★
It's a thriller but I never liked it. Bloody, damn gross.
&I dozed.
YaaWnnNnZxxZXxxZ.
Virus loves me so much that it kept attacking me.
37.4 degrees burning. Nose's running.
I'm still gonna turn up for school tomorrow. Hehehe
Feeling rather guilty to skip SongChuan's class.
Ohno, shall I take out those hair extensions? Am contemplating.
They told me it's from Cheeenaaaaaa.
&I've got no idea where did all these hair come from.
They told me it's the dead's. Which reaaally scare the hell outta me.
Any idea anyone?
Anyway, my hair is reaaaal just that I had few strands of extended curls.
Ohwell, vanity triumphs over everything.

Some peeektures taken in the noon.
Rendezvous.
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted.
This sick face.
You blow a kiss, but it just don't feel the same.
My pretty bimbo.
I don't look like I'm sick. Hahah.
Vanity triumphs over illness!


The very awesome.

It's been the longest winter without you
I didn't know where to turn to
See somehow I can't forget you
After all that we've been through

Going coming thought I heard a knock
Who's there no one
Thinking that I deserve it
Now I realise that I really didn't know
If you didn't notice boy you mean everything
Quickly I'm learning to love again
All I know is I'm gon' be ok.

Reply to tags:
Chanel &Tuan: Don't quarrel here over authentic and non authentic. Hahahaha! And Tuan! Our bags are real stuffs manzxzx.
Desmond: Hoyhoyhoy, lol. It's nice okay. Don't jealous because I'm leading good life. Hahaha! How's Jeremy!





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The♥Witch

ABRACADABRA
I'm real like that.

W for WENDY
Seventeen, SecondFeb.
She writes her stories on papers, To remind people of the timid her . Her expressive mind and delicate life, Problems come and they go within time. She takes her chances and waits, For everything to fall into place. Mistakes shall never be repeated twice, Move on quick and live on the life.

I ain't conceited, I'm just Awesome.
&This is my story.

It ain't so lively here.

Wendy Ashley




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