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Thursday, May 31, 2007
allowed entry at 12:45 pm

Oh my goddddd.
I had a very very VERYYYYYY awesome evening out with [not to be disclosed] OHOHOHO
And thanks to them, I got through..............
A piercing on the lip =D

Thanks for holding my hand and bearing with the pain, love.
So sorry that it hurts till you were the one screaming HAHA

I miss my camera =(
Just look at the freaking quality of the picture!
One expression that explains it all; -.-"
Kay fine, I won't fret over it.

And now I know my pocket in my pants has a hole.
I put in my coins and they all slipped till my knees.
And SOMEONE laughed till she almost made me cry cause my lip and tummy hurt like *$^()#$^

And Daya's taggy reminded me that we're gonna go to Yany's BBQ this sat.
I CAN'T WAIT!!
And Daya, stop it with that Mimi shit -.-
Sha and Alfie, I'm gonna slap you guys. Soon. hah
Yany, I guess my post answers your question.
I know Daya spoiled it by updating her blog. PFFT.

I'm hungry.
And the stuff my mum prepared for me is gonna infect the piercing!
What the fuck am I gonna eat?
Oh, due to this piercing, I can't: [the things get worse for me while going down the list]
1) Eat seafood, which isn't that bad cause I don't really eat seafood.
2) Consume alcohol, which I hoped to do ALOT of this week. DANG.
3) Eat spicy food. I can't go by a meal without it being spicy.
4) TAKE THE RING OUT FOR A WHOLE MONTH.

My.
Mum.
Is.
Going.
To.
Freak.

Kiss me goodbye cause I'm gonna die on Wednesday.