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♥ The Owner

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mins.
Mrs Tan.
030687.
101% gemini.



♥ In march


03rd: our 2nd anniversary.
10th: Shanice's vaccination.
11th: Shanice turns 18 months!
22nd: audit.
26th: course at AVA Day One.
30th: course at AVA Day Two.


♥ Gossips



♥ Baby Shanice

Lilypie Second Birthday tickers

♥ music



♥ My Loves
chern fernjerryjingsishingsstef

♥ Memoirs


Credits
Lovedrops♥
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April 23, 2007
♥ 1:24 AM

feeling: !@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*

what's wrong wif de weirdo people these days? why am i being thrown sarcastic remarks just cos im not free to reply your crappy shit in msn/sms. if ure so bloody free, it certainly dont mean all other earthlings are free to talk crap with you too, esp when they are alr set at 'busy' status. ta ma de. i nv blog abt such stupid things cos i tink it wastes space on de page, but you are so pissing de hell out of me seriously, tt if i dun blog abt it dis very moment, im gonna explode my brain matter in ur damn face. dun make me block you AGAIN. i cant believe dey can be so oblivious to my apparent heck-care attitude. UGHHH. feel like smashing a pie in your bloody face.

okiee okiee. im feeling so much better alr. not v nice to blog abt smashing precious food onto ugly ppl's faces at 130am in de morning. but tt's for infuriating a bloody woman. i mean literally. and it's making me long for a chicken pie now!

so that is how it feels like. two becoming one.