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It is not how much we have,

but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.

♥
Monday, February 05, 2007
People, find the right friend.

Okay, i didnt want to blog this today but i cant control now.
She's really really really getting on my nerves, AK!
Some freaking asshole went to change the whole story,
making others think we backstab her.
like wtf? She's damn freaking childish okay.
She knows that she's in a wrong,
& she has to go around telling people thats she's in a right.
i'm here to tell everyone the truth, REAL TRUTH.
She's a freaking lier, BIG BIG BIG FAT LIER!!

Here's the story ;
During the last day of camp,
AK went to sheral and asked, "You have R's email right?"
Sheral replyed "No, who tell you one?"
AK, "Cherie."
Then, we didnt talk to her a single tiny bit of R.
Lucky enough that sheral came to ask me.
or we'll be like kept in the dark by that damn backstabber.
*
Nowwww, she goes around telling people another story.
tell me, childish or not. =.=
She changed the story to asking about the picture, and NOT email.
We even asked her before in the face,
and she denied the whole thing, but her face was damn fake.
She think we cant see?
We have like living proof lah. =.=

This is then the REAL story.
Dont believe that traitor's words, you might be the next victim like us.
Freaking b*tch, kindly grow up please.
I foresee you having no friends soon.
i'll be damn glad then, childish asshole.
To think i treated you like a friend last time..
I pity myself now, and everyone of your friends.
You may get angry over this, but i do not care anymore.

Sorry for the vulgarites, i cant control.


It's a blessing,
8:49 PM