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Friday, March 7, 2008

Why do I feel a pang of jealousy when you told me that you'll be out with your friends?
Even though you kept updating me on your whereabouts, I somehow feel insecure. :(


I'll blog properly tmr, I promise! I'm just too sick to think now...


}& i just can't help feeling upset at the thought of you going off to some kuku country for more than 2 freaking weeks in april.
rawrrr. don't go don't go! i take back what i said about me being unaffected if my boy were to go overseas. i'll be so lonelyyy lah! -cries! >:(

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