Basketball.

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Basketball; my life.

Monday, January 28, 2008

; 11:24 pm

alrights, i can't sleep.

RAWRRS.

these few days like got lotsa people say im emo-ing?

once kachai tok to me but i ignored him :(

i must say that my mood was very down that day,SORRIES!

why must it be mee? T____T
ihateyou.ihateyou.ihateyou.ihateyou.ihateyou.ihateyou.ihateyou.

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