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Blow a kiss that leaves me gasping
I want to feel that lightning strike me



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Tuesday, February 26, 2008


was a little bit Photobucket. but i love my friends who woke up early and asked if i'm feeling better. i love my friends making me feel like a rose, i love my friends said that i'm special. and i love my friends lying to themselves by saying my hair's nice. liarsss lah! and i haven't make up my mind for friday. i need some more time to decide . ha. (:

Yeat your heart out
6:04 AM