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I hate her man!
Date: Saturday, February 19, 2005 || Time: 7:16 PM
She freak man! I hate her! y can't my mum just let me go for that course? I hate her! She don't even give me a chance to improve myself... all that she ever cares is money money money... tat thing need money cannot... wat sia... i hate her! does she noes that i am desperate to go for that course?
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