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Sunday, November 30, 2008
love is but something else @ 7:24 AM

So everyone im back and working. Haha. This post is gonna be short and sweet.. *-*.
First thing first. i quitted my job. and got my pay. like five hundred bucks. which i still have to give fifty each to my parent.. and twenty to my sister. LOL. but its okay , cos im going to japan. hah. But as i said im not really getting all excited about it. Next saw marvin today. think we both got the shock. kinda. friends say its fate. hmm.. anyway , my cousins from malaysia are here.
{ not all but some } = really happie, but im the fattest. Dead. hah. Jia yous~~~ suie suie~~ go go go slim! lmao. loves~**. well guess i really did skip through every things , so i shant really go deep. LOL.
and and i shall GO!.
loves SUIE.
p.s: memories so sweet. the meetings so Short.


When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.