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Monday, December 06, 2004

school today was pretty okay. i realised i missed my friends like hell. wheee. so glad i could see them. loc vid lecture was damn boring i tell you. graph comm's choy kok kee made me giggle my ass off. but get this, i fell asleep nearing end of the lecture. yay, got party at rouge next thurs. entry's $6. includes one drink. i should be going. =] it's organised by NP's CampusTV. i hope it's good music.
went back to collect my pay today. dammit. saw him. and i felt horrible again. he even grabbed me by the shoulders. it hurts lah. f*cker. and he even cried and threatened suicide.
it was adam to the rescue. that bastard called me up and him, adam and i had a 3 way conference call. adam screwed him up real badly. adam's fierce. scary man. adam told him to leave me alone. thank you adam! =] i think you scared the shitty booboos outta him, but that's good.
i never wanna see him again. i hope he rots in hell. i'll call the cops if he dares stalk me.


BimboQueen
12/06/2004 08:34:00 pm

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