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Josephine.
Since 1988.
A tub of Strawberry Cheesecake Ice-cream with my favourite Hollywood flicks pretty sums me up.







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Friday, May 16, 2008

i guess there are certain things which i can't close one eye.
it's just too annoying to know that your friend is being exploited.
yes, exploited i said.
cos' i see that it's been pretty true all these times.
why can't you leave down your freakin' pride even when you need help?
hello. somebody is doing you a favour, not the other way round.
what makes you feel that he should take up the initiative to offer his "wonderful" help when you don't fuckin' care?
you are so full of yourself. seriously.

well, i don't really care even if you know.
yes, i'm not speculating.
it's been so proven.




for they once said,
a friend is one whom you exploit and use.
i once giggled.
but seriously, what rubbish.