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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

A lil of misundertaking took place last night. small urguement between me and dear.
Text him a long long message of 10 pages. Explain clearly to him, sorry baby. I know I am quite harsh which I text u. All because is of LOVE.
I know.. Once we have urguement, after a night we will forget. That is so easy. This morning once I open my eyes, I alrdy forgotten we had a fight last night! Idk why.. We won't take it to heart, once the next day we are still standing at the line, remain the same. :D

heartbroken. I promise whatever I promise you. Strike for my best okay?

the only thing i feel glad enough is tt when u're in camp, every morning from 5.30am - 5.45am I will receive your honey message. This is enough to fill up my day. If you're by my side it wil be more greater den tt.

loves.

dear pek, stop calling me Chloe Poh. =x =x

at 8:10 AM