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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Its tuesday. Supposedly video clip day. But both of us, the hi 2 were too busylah.

Btw, today me n clairissa was too engrosed in reading the intimacy part of novels. Its just for the fun of it lah. And it actually makes me reminisce about wht happen in secondary school days. The guys will ask the girls for their novels and actually read those intimacy part under the table. Girls are not excluded. =)

Oklah. I guess im ok with yesterday. I should be more matured in handling stuffs like that. He's a jerk. Thats all.

Oklah. I got practical tomorrow. Gdbye.

10:59 PM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!

The Lady

Siti Fatimah

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About her

a nurse.
paranoid.
20.11.86
loves her family.
loves her darlings.
loves her friends.
too many backstabbers in her life.

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