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so what if i never hold you again, never wanted to kiss you again.
Sunday, February 15, 2009


busy weekends, mum's bday on friday night, maoist match; saturday against 'ang mo' was a unbelievable lost! Sunday morning woodlands wellington trials; didn't get through. after that, library to copy notes. sigh, im freaking tired. i need some fucking rest. gaining weight sial, got to stop eating!

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With love, indra @ 10:35 PM