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WAN.
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December 14 1991


BLOG MESSENGER.
January 18, 2009
URGHHHH !

Somethings not right. DAMMIT ! Not because of friends, dance or school but this is all because of LOVE. I hate it ! I am in love. But the thing is, my heart is not at peace. I have feelings for TWO people. How can it be?? URGHHHH ! MIXED FEELING. I feel that I would be rejected, which most probably it would be a yes. Feel like crying, but hell no. I won't shed any tears. Controlling. Somehow, reading back all your sms-es put a smile on my face even when I am not in the mood. It's freaking hard to be in this kind of situation. & I'm trying best to sort things out. Am really trying my best. I'm sorry to you especially. I'm just not ready yet. I'm sorry.
:(

Congrats to Fantastic Remix for getting into the finals for Funkamania ! & to Herda, I hope you found your wallet. Sorry Ryna for not going to your Gatsby Finals. I'm just to tired to go anywhere. Too many things in my head.