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.Monday, August 20, 2007 ' 9:22 AM
Heart felts.

I've decided to delete away the previous post because it may cause some misunderstanding amoung people who don't know the full story. But, accoring to what "k" said on my tagboard that i missed out something in the conversation, i didn't. Don't believe i can always show it again cos i've save the conversation. I wasn't trying to play bitch here but i find it really ironic.

You've got me thinking all over again about this friendship cos i thought we ought to give each other another chance since you've made the effort to mail me and stuff, i thought you know your wrongs but no, you're still very keen on going on with this episode. Continue yourself then. I don't have the interest.







Her.

Nicole Christine Au
Eleven December 1987
Hongkonger


Speak.