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Monday, December 24, 2007
it's 12:03 AM.

Listening to: Nilawan Who's Currently On the Line


I DON'T WANT TO GO TO MY AUNTIE'S HOUSE TOMORROW NIGHT TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS AND MY SISTER'S BIRTHDAY BECAUSE I HAVE VERY IRRITATING COUSINS WHO WILL MESS AND DIRTY MY BEAUTIFUL BLACK HAIR.

Oh, and I think Nilawan is becoming autistic. Why? Er.. forgot why. OH YAR, I REMEMBER! Because she lives in a world of her own and doesn't have a decent social life. XD

Okay, shan't blog much because I'm still on the line with her. Oh, and she just reminded me that I also want to go to the toilet and bake a chocolate cake. *grins*

randomly defined.


archives.


shut up.


thankyous.