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Friday, December 21, 2007

n so my parents are gone to china... n i'm left alone wif the hse. hope i dun make a mess... my mom was telling me,"i dun wanna come back seeing dirty dishes lying arnd, cockroaches and ants crawling abt, the plants all withered, clothes thrown across the hall and the hse covered wif grime" i gave her a withering look...

i hate how my ex bfs come back n haunt my thots.. they suck up useful brain juices, i need those juices... dun have much to start with. if u're over wif me, den BE over wif me. dun come back n start giving misleading guides. u either show tt u truely juz wanna be my fren, or be gone. like glenn... tts one gd example how an ex can become close frens. =)

shall take a nice lil aftnoon nap.. ah...