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profile | with selfless faith.
entries | the whole earth shakes.
Sunday, January 27, 2008 | 11:02 PM
gd morning. hasinah came to my house early in e morning to take smth, but i havent evn bathe. omg, how embarassing can tt be? btw, ytd i said tt i'll continue right. & yes, we had informal clothes on for those shots also. i like e way they did my bro's hair. & look.. my mum's hair was seriously vogue, thanks to e hairdresser. my lil sister was showing her attitude just because she forgot to bring extra shoes. she cried because of tt, which was totally unreasonable right. why must she spoil the pic? irritating girl. & i might take up extra lessons/courses recommended by them after my O's. since mum is a member of tt studio company, i can also get my part-time job. interesting? i dont know. i dont care. im not in e mood anyway.







enough, enough of evrything. i feel like screaming my lungs out. im out of words; speechless. where's tt strong word; trust? because giving up is not the best thing to do. BLAME ME BLAME ME BLAME ME. everything seems wrong. arghh, & theres tuition again ltr. my brain is going to burst sonner or later. =((

sigh. the end.