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WAN.
eighTEEN
December 14 1991


BLOG MESSENGER.
December 7, 2008
Finally, updated.

Been really busy with stuffs like school & dance. & since now I have the time, it's best for me to update. Friends, I miss you guys. & I swear I really miss you people. You know what? I miss the old us, being together, UNITED. But now, what has happen to us? Everyone seems to go their own way. & you guys seems to change. Heard from someone that YOU talk bad behind my back. What is my fucking fault? & do you know that I'm trying my fucking best to quit dance? Ohh, let me see. Hmm. Well, NO YOU DON'T.

& to YOU friend ! I FUCKING BROUGHT YOU IN, INTRODUCING YOU TO THEM, NOT KNOWING THAT YOU WOULD BE LIKE THIS. YOU'VE CHANGE ALOT. IT'S MORE LIKE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN ME. LOOKS LIKE I'M THE ONE WHO WOULD BE ASKING. NOT YOU. WELL, I'M FINE WITH IT.

DANCE
I'm quitting dancing soon. & countdown would be my very last performance. Once it's done, I would be out from LIMITED EDITION. I've already made up my mind. NO MORE CREW, NO MORE DANCE. & I'm fucking serious about it.

Just expressing things out.
Problems, too much. This is just a minority.