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I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen
Princesa
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Ruzanna Agger
3/11/90
Islam/Family/Liverpool

Mi amor de mi vida
DANIEL AGGER
Photobucket He's the only one
that can make my heart beats slow
and skips faster at the same time

What I call NEEDS

Daniel Agger
Fernando Torres
Lionel Messi
Trip to Anfield
MEET LIVERPOOL PLAYERS
Kaka Brasil Jacket
Liverpool away CL jersey
Names on new jersey
Liverpool Ladies tank top
More ear piercings
Checkered red capris
Suspenders
White shades
Macbeth footwear
Mini crown/tiara
Paris Hilton heiress perfume
Adidas tennis skirt
Pink skirt
Shades
the day THEY die
LIVERPOOL new Away jersey 09/10
Pink heels
Pink shoes
New MP3
My own digi camera
New hp
Denim shorts
Pink ribbon hairband
Pink football socks

Tu Habla!
links
musica
Miley Cyrus - Party in the USA

The past
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Saturday, September 22, 200712:45 PM
I was so exhausted. Initially I didnt wanna go for english remedial at 10.30am. But then, it'd be a waste not to attend such lessons. Mr Tham might be going through situational writing formats and stuffs. And, just as I thought, he went through a new format. Like, phew. Its likely to be out this year.

He mentioned that he finally knows who PTK is. We're so eager to know yaw. I mean, who wouldn't? He said it's a chinese boy. I'm not sure if there are more than one or what. Whatever it is, they messed up a lot of stuff and waste a lot of our time.

English lesson was fine. But I felt bad towards wanie. I shouted at her when she asked where the venue was. I thought she came yesterday. Okay. Sorry babe.

Goshies. I'm having math and english remedial tomorrow. I'm going. Okay. I'm going.

Tomorrow, abah's side, relatives, will gathering at nanny's house at BEDOK. AAAH. Break fast there yaw. So, I need to find a decent clothes to wear. They dont really care what I wear anyway coz they're pretty cool about it. But, as a mark of respect, bulan ramadhan, let's wear something decent. Pair of jeans that's for sure and... I dunno what. Kakak zai reccomended me wearing baju kurong. HAHA. no way. I mean... come on. ok opps. sorry.

Like, I really don't understand you. Okay. Like, I wanna understand you oh please whatever. Okay. I hate you. Uh-huh. You. I mean, so what? Writing those kind of stuffs and then tryna show all that... you're not into me anymore and you're happy with it. But hell, I'm glad you're hating me now yaw. Finally, another point to add on the chapter of friendship. TRUE friendship, that is. Don't ask who I'm referring to because if you think I'm referring to you, then it's you. I know you have a problem with me. You got a problem come and say it to my face. I don't mind. And, if you happen to see me outside, dont expect a smile from me which you used to receive. *rolls eyes*

Anyway, I'm wondering... Am I friends with my friend's enemy? Heh. This statement doesn't have anything to do with the previous paragraph so... jog on.
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