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Friday, July 10, 2009
That good o' times
I was reading through the messages, and always realise the past is better. Maybe not all, but at least some. The sweet old good times. it wasn't that bad last time, sometimes i just couldn't stand. so i rather sit.

i read that message dated 25 mar 09.
(joanne) ♥ 2:59 PM
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
it isn't worth
I realise i wasn't been put in the 1st place, and i'm not even sure if there is a place. I was like the last to know, or i have to find out myself. why? why is this happening? why didn't you even send me an email, although it maybe a forwarded mail. why is her name 1st, rather than 2nd/ or 3rd or even in the list?
(joanne) ♥ 8:53 PM
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