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greetings from italy
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
im back.
finally.afta all dat torturing and kick-arse activities.sweat,bites and laughingness.my hand is covered wit mosquitoes bites.Pity those wit 'sand flies'.Feeling damn lethargic even afta a quick nap inside d ferry&bus,n afta came back home.Nini missed me.Welcomes me home wit her cubitan.Thanx alot.Makes me feel lyke a toddler.N bro wit dat zombie look.Kayy..at least he smiled.Ate Changi Village's Nasi Lemak dat i take away.Yummilicious~
Some of my ATC frenz had already start to sms me.Haha..Cepat sey dah rindu..I realli njoy being in my grp.My grp(grp3) n dat grp(grp4) wen combine chemically..will make a prefect bonding.So we both rawk!
All i really want now is to sleep away dreamlessly n soundly.Without thinking bout dat junk of hw i have yet to do.And wad's up wit Ary?Wad is his freaking problem dat he wont sat it out?Cant i juz stay home 2mrw,OldLady?I donwanna go to skooL!!
"An Honest Mistake" by theBravery
People
They don't mean a thing to you
They move right through you
Just like your breath
But sometimes
I still think of you
And I just wanted to
Just wanted you to know
My old friend...
I swear I never meant for this
I never meant...
Don't look at me that way
It was an honest mistake
Don't look at me that way
It was an honest mistake
An honest mistake
Sometimes
I forget I'm still awake
I fuck up and say these things out loud
l'amore, il Dee 7/10/2005 09:31:00 PM
owner
Diyana aka Dee.
sixteen.
single.
school leaver.
email.
missy_frenzy@hotmail.com
adore.
food(yes,that general.all halal.understood ah.),photography,DIY stuffs,music(any genre thats please my ears),boys(how obvious?),socialize with people of other countries,dA(woohoo!).
abhor.
being totally money-less,being unintendedly rude to my OldLady,Mtv(sometimes.)
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