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B/L/Leong =)
The rest aint important anymore
Not too cheerful actually
Disclaimer

This avenue is created to store the author's black and white history. It is not suitable for any educational purposes. Greatly advised not to be viewed by any rational homosapiens. Any confusion or emotional hurt and distress caused by the paradox of information is greatly understandable. Any enjoyment or entertainment derived during the cause of reading shows u are just as screwed up as the author. Welcome to the real world my fellow maniacs.


i WANT

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CREDITS

Thursday, December 13, 2007

I cant believe my frens have gone into army already. The online contact list has dropped abit. I wld be expecting more when it comes to january. Die.

I am running out of guy frens.

I think it sounded damn gay.


{/11:29 PM}
Time's up.