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.Tuesday, May 08, 2007 ' 7:49 AM
Heart felts.

I owe my teacher like one whole pile of letter and i have yet written them. BIOLOGY TEST IS LIKE NEXT MONDAY AND TODAY IS ALREADY TUESDAY. KILL ME PLEASE!! No, i was only joking, no need get so excited all.

Anyway, i've got a free ride home today on a bike. OH MY!!!!!! I SWEAR I SPEEDING TOWARDS MY DEATH DAY!! Okayy, that was abit kua but you know what i mean. He was like, turning left and right -_- It was my first time ever sitting on a bike and i am so sad that it wasn't my Mr Right's bike. And he was like speeding so that he can pass before the red light. I was fainting already, and our helmet kept knocking. my helmet knock against his cos he kept turning.

I need to sleep cos tuition's at 9 tmr!!! Sleep sleep sleep!!







Her.

Nicole Christine Au
Eleven December 1987
Hongkonger


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