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reference: x / x
title: I remembered something that's so long ago.
date: Thursday, October 8, 2009
time: 11:32 PM
I freaking can't keep this in my mind.

To that troublemaker actress who would had won the golden poo award if she were in Mediacorp,

Freaking first, after the both cases, we were still friends for quite a while.

SO, like what she mentioned, if she was hurt by that, why didn't she tell me when we were still friends? But tell me after the last time we are friends?

And, I didn't want to be her friend because of her personality and her 'come here, come here, I tell you something.' That something is either gonna be a crap or HEHE I tell you later.

She fucking purposely to do that just for her to earn something from public again when she's always losing some. Facts? She raised her voice at me when the bell rang as people walked out of the classroom to have recess. Then, when Vic and co came in, she purposely does that again. Which makes me go WHAT THE FUCK in the mind.

So now you know why I said if I were still your friend, I would be dead some day.

THIS IS THE FUCKING REASON.


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