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Sunday, January 07, 2007'♥

to you.






well , first and foremost , i will have to apologise for swiping that photo off your friendster without your permission. (: but as you know, the pics that we have taken today are horrifically horrendous,of which, all boils down to the really bad hand shakes and bad hair days( at least for me).
Besides, i think all that laughing fits would have done our facial muscles injustice too.

But this isnt what this entry's about.

so it has been an amazing 2 weeks , though it sure didnt feel like it.
thank you for cracking me up the way that you do, for the things that you have done, and said.
it just gets better. every single moment.

the order of tonight : DONT LET ME GET EMO TONIGHT PLEASE. haha! (and know what, i think those 2 emo lesbos are like orihime and her tatsuki chan , their emo-ness can fight.)
and ORIHIME can be your bimbo jap AHLIAN in short skirt. really, she can!

p.s : go compile your gf manual, and i will do mybf manual. and we will SEE who's nastier.



with lotsa brownlove,



*loera


(:


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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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