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Sunday, May 13, 2007
; 5:37 PM



Happy Mother's Day, a day ought to be joyful. BUT NO, it isn't.
Well, it's a day where I get my ass in my room and start staring into books.
Tml's social studies, and there seems to be an endless amount of things to study.
& Gosh, I feel bad not getting anything for my mum.
Every year, it's at least pretty roses for her.
But this year, It totally slipped my mind. Damn it.
Hmmm, I guess it's okay after all.
Haha. As long as, I love her, nothing really matters.
"Happy Mother's Day Mummy. Sorry for being such an asshole at times. However, I love you truckloads."

"I would kill just to see you."


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