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Thursday, May 25, 2006
today, it's a bit boring as the holidays are coming closer and closer. we have that guitar performance on stage. it was pretty scary at first but slowly, we got used to it. nothing much to talk about. actually there is but i don't feel like typing it down. obviously, u all know who i am talking about. i'm just going to forget about it. he said he is not angry with me but he still block me. see? this is what he called 'not angry anymore, i can forgive people very easily'. ya, i'm going to set my mind to thinking about forgetting it all. he is right in blocking me. i shouldn't even have added him in the first place. one more day and it's FREEDOM! it's holiday time wee!
stitch said at 8:42 PM
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