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Basketball; my life.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

; 10:28 pm

wheeee-s
tmr my birthday le!!hahaha,
where are my presents??o.O
heex.at least wish mi happy birthday mah.
no lahhs.just kidding.hahaha xDD
okieeee.today got scolded by a stupid old lady when i wanted to go to the sickbay to visit atiqah and chintya.
sobxsobx.tuupid jojo lah.
irritating sia.Bleahx.
hmms.nothing muchh.but took lotsa photos!!

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