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__ Thursday, March 01, 2007 ;

1 more day to Doomsday. Am going to Karen's house later after work for some drinks and dinner. My last day of fun and laughter. HAHA.

I dreamt of him last night. Look at him, who can ever resist such a guy like him? LOL.. Feel like killing myself for not going to see him when he came to town last November. Argh!



made another new promise ][-
 and broke it again at 10:11 AM ;