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profile | with selfless faith.
entries | the whole earth shakes.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007 | 6:10 PM

laugh all u want ppl. i look funny. yess, i reali do. but i miss those days alot. i wish i cud turn back time. i wish i cud b a small back agn so tt i dun hav to worry bout anything in tiz world. i wont hav any probs at all. i wont noe tt word called 'stress'. i miss those days wen my parents took reali gd care of me. i miss those days wen evryone used to play ard wif me. i miss those days wen my mum will dress me up nicely & having ppl gathering at my house to celebrate my birthday. i miss tt feeling of being special for a day. i miss those days wen my parents will b very patient wenevr i cry terribly. & those times wen all i noe was to eat & play. oh gosh. those days were e best.. seriously. okaes, enough. && happy 15th birthday to fenni. all e best in evrything u do okaes. =))