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friends once again

so,

we're friends once again.
problem solved.

it's Monday and didnt go to school because I dont have to.
it's holiday.
the Hindus are celebrating Thaipusam,
and I got a holiday.
wooohoooo!!
sounds stupidd. aye??

bla bla bla.

i think there's nothing to tell.
just do something else.
this entry might torture you inside out.
it's pretty much filled with boringness..lalalaalaaa!

so,
how's your weekend, babe? *wink twice*

[got spanked with 5cm tall heels]

ooooh! if that really happens, i probably have say, 'what are these women learning at school nowadays? kung fu? kung heels???'

wakakkakakkaaa!
when i'm bored, i do hit on my girlfies. hahaaa!
you should see their faces! wahahhaa!
LOL!!

LMAO! ROFL!

so, now you should have possibly heard the song 'Gives You Hell', right? because I put it in as a background music for my blog.
is it okay to put this song? *rofl*

It's Erra Fazira's birthday today. Weee! Weee! Happy birthday and may you give birth to a healthy baby girl!
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