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.Thursday, August 02, 2007 ' 5:15 AM
Heart felts.

Dear god, save me!! I'm ultra tired. Intended to get my 10 hours of sleep but i only got it at 8. Why? Cos my brother REFUSE to pick the the phone and it woke me up cos it's so noisy. Fine, i picked it up and it was my mum. But i was too beat to float any excitement to my mouth. She talked and asked some really stupid questions and i can't help but want to put the phone down. But i didn't of cos. And due to that phone call, i can't go back to sleep so i toss and turn all the way till it was almost 1. I wish i could sleep mor but no, alarm clock doesn't show mercy.

And so, i will finnish typing whatever i want to type, bath, watch my 9 o clock show and dash to bed immediately. I swear i will swollow pills if i can't get to sleep later. Cos i'm work 11 hours tmr in cine. It can be VERY tiring. Hee.

Tattoo tattoo. I'm gonna get you soon. =)))

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