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Wednesday, September 22, 2004

I'm missing you more day by day. Right now, i feel so guilty. Guilty of making you worried. I'm just worried of losing you right now.. I need you and i'm just afraid of losing you. In my love diary, i'm saying i love yous like how i do when i'm by your side.. But it would be all great and better with you by my side right now boo.. Nobody else in my life other than you babyghurl. I love you!

I just can't take my eyes off you the first time we met. It was a nostalgia to be said.. And 3 years you were gone without a word... And you got me missing you. And now you are mine. The queen in the throne in my heart. You grabbed hold the keys to my heart. You mystified me.. You made me mesmerised. I felt my heart halting when you touched me. I love the way you get at me..Never expected it that you would be mine. Now that you're mine.. I'm worried of losing you.. -09.09.2004- Frox.luv.BabyBoo-

Prelims going fine. Social studies screw up (i think). Malay was averagely alright. English was a midway of easy and ish. Maths paper 1 was averagely fine. Today's Chem paper 3 was alright. Quite simple. Tomorrow is History. Haiz..~
I'm missing my boo right now... Very.. very.. much...

---wrecked @ 9/22/2004 10:04:00 PM---


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