I FLEW. WHEE.
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First,soccer.Was trashed,although we didn't play with our whole heart.Gort dirty,that's alrite to meut not to mi mother.Moreover,some idiot kicked mi in the knee..Agravating my old injury,now it hurts like shit.What a bitch.
Next,my mother.Constantly bitching about this and that.About my shoes,clothes,room.She could almost find practically any fault to biatch about.Even though I'm used to it..
Fine,whatever about it.
Next,why do I keep thinking about her,not my mother,mind you.I can't believe myself.Thinking about almost everytime.Haiz,must study alreadi..mother bitching again.
Peace.
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Random doing of the day:Readin The Da Vinci Code.Damn nice.... Even though damn long
spitted at : Thursday, July 15, 2004
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charles
laerza
twenty, long from twenty-one
twenty seven of november
male
rulang. fuhua. pioneer.
singapore civil defence force.
sadly, studying.
ipod nano. blue.
LG KE970.
castlevania mania.
battletech craze.
warhammer 40k frenzy.
