Date : Thursday, December 13, 2007 Time : 2:16 PM yea, thanks to ma inability of straightness, haa, i have sickening fugly flies over the unneccessary dungs. the phobia i can't reek, yet my anger has leak.. ur misses i can't return, but my warmth u've earned. my sister, no more.. if i was reali walking in circles, and the common object is the running indian man, who will it be to have me found, who will it be for me to have found.. to my dearest babe, u noe i'll always be here for u.. nak lose weight tak tau ajak sak, rabak gile babi ! merajok ah ni !!! tak suke sak, nyehhhhh~ a million thanks to my pillars of strength (: now, take a good look at some of my darlings.. Labels: 12
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