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Monday, August 22, 2011
Please
I don't get why you're being so bitchy to me. Am i now one of those random people you used to dislike for no reason and laugh about with me in the past?

I can't say a single thing without you rolling your eyes and sneering "so? you go la bla bla." I can't say a thing without some backlash or criticism from you. I don't get it. And when you say you hate me, you don't even sound like you're joking anymore. Is it one of your mood swings or what? Because I don't like this sort of treatment.

I'm not neglecting you, you are doing that to me. And obviously you're not happy for me either for some reason though you always used to be. Wished you'd tell me.

Nonetheless, spent a day with Clare, Lynne and Guine. Everytime we gather, we'll talk about home, and all our memories. Starting to feel old. Now we're Teresian alumni, and nostalgic for the old days of nasi lemak and pinafores.

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&the time is 6:14 AM
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