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Friday, February 29, 2008,12:02 AM

If I still were to be with him and I saw that, I'd cry till my eyeballs come off and then kill him. He admires Veni, and he doesn't wanna admit that he likes, prolly love Veni. Isn't so obvious? He have already admitted that in the past. We all know how much of a jerk he is. The whole class knows what he did. He can't even treat me, his used-to-be girlfriend, like the other girls he mingled around with. Instead, he's treating me from bad to worse to worst. Whatever he said was just a lie. A self-centered bastard, a liar, a fucking jerk. Okay, I'm gonna blabber on and on if I don't stop now, LOL. Moving on to what happened,

Right after I saw the SMS, which says, "U r so cute!", I had this really big quarrel with him. He wanted to run away again after I said a few shits. Instead, I pulled his shirt, look him right in the eye and there goes the sound, "PIAK!" Yes, I did it. I felt so relieved as if I just finished pissing. And his face changed. Like, totally change. And then I felt, "Damn, Howie, you've just broked a guy's heart!" But no, I never felt guilty. Later in the day, Mr Ng wanted to talk to me about our fight. He obviously involved Mr Ng in. Like, hello? Mr Ng is just our form teacher! Why call him when its just the both of us? And involving Farlina too? Whut da fuck?! But he postponed it to tomorrow. And yipeeeeeee, gonna go JEC! HAHAHAHAHA. :)

Oh yeah, Shawn and me danced to the Audition steps while waiting for Cassandra to write "I will not talk in class" hundred times. LMAO!

Buhbye.
Take care.
Don't die.
Yeah right.
Okay, bye! LOL.