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Monday, November 16, 2009

No traces, without these traces

Hinfan's belated 20th equation:
Shouting 'PENIS' out of the car window + Dempsey + Timbre Arts House + Spending a whole load of cash = an unexpectedly good saturday night for the mood I was in that day.

Seemed like Weiru was pretty high from being only slightly tipsy that night.. From the wallet-biting photos to really going crazy with me when we shouted PENIS so loudly in public that Hinfan didn't want to walk with us, nor did he want to let us in his car. Mean hor. WE GOT HIM ASICS FOR PRESENT SOMEMORE TREAT US LIKE THAT!!

I know it's very overdued but... yeah. Wilberg missed out on alot but I'm meeting that slut on Tuesday for dinner for some catching up.

Ok I have a lot to update but I'm very tired now. I know right, this place is dead. But life isn't for me..... it just became more happening.

If you're gonna judge me for not being upset and tearing over a breakup every other minute.. I'm just not the person to wallow in self-pity nor would I live in denial. I wouldn't say I'm not upset but I'm getting over and done with it. I'm moving on and I'm progressing great.

I guess friends are still forever. Everyone came to my rescue when I thought I no longer had friends anymore when I once had my made-pretend universe.

2 Comments:

simran said...: you know, i was wondering, HOW CAN YOU EVER HAVE THOUGHT THAT YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS?!

tsk.; Wednesday, November 18, 2009 at 9:16:00 PM GMT+8
Abbehgayle said...: I'm a pessimist by nature. Heheheee love you!; Friday, November 20, 2009 at 12:36:00 PM GMT+8

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