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.Wednesday, January 24, 2007 ' 1:41 AM
Heart felts.

OK. THIS THIS WHAT HAPPENED THIS AFTERNOON IN CAFE 1. WE WERE WALKING PAST MY EYECANDY

ME: -TURNED AND SMILE TO HER, AND THEN TURNED BACK TO TALK TO MUNIRAH-
JANICE: OKAY WHAT, QUITE GOOD LOOKING (WHEN WE WERE JUST AT HER TABLE)
ME, FARZANA: -QUICK TURNED TO JANICE-
ME: OH MY GOD I SWEAR!!!! I SWEAR JANICE I SWEAR!!!!!!!

SO HOW AM I GOING TO FACE HER TMR DURING TRAINING? HMM. GOOD QUESTION.







Her.

Nicole Christine Au
Eleven December 1987
Hongkonger


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