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♥Livern
adj. hyper unlogical stupid emotional
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Everyone has a name and mine is Livern.Seriously turning into fifteen in 2009 and presents received on 1910 every year. My mind is immensely immature and im emotional. I always burst into laughter and tears with reasons. I have my own unique appearance and character.Im pessimistic and optimistic in some different cases. I always put 'any old how' in every matter. Im pretty sure i always wants to improve. I adore simple and nature but seemed Im totally not. I adore being single (:

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..Im (a) nervous wreck.
..I have mood-swings.

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    Monday, May 26, 2008
    everything gone mad @ 11:33 AM

    25/5/2008
    i hate the fucker much, took lots of candids of me. fuck off from me now,please.
    went to new era college by fyoong father's car. then we stunned there because those seniors haven't reached yet. we were damn fucking helpless there and my sound has lost and i'm the 1st one to represent. i hate the environment there. i wonder, how could i stand for times with my stupid weird sound. i hate the seniors! close this topic : D

    we went away alone. we walked to ktm, wow. vintage transport? we were located on kajang and we took ktm to kl sentral, the ticket costs rm2.80. we were weak in the ktm and we gonna to carry our huge bag. i just muted myself because i was really tired. it's marvelous if there was my bed. kajang to serdang is fucking long laa. we took monorail to time square. we had our lunch in gasoline, firstly we said we wanted to gossip, but when we reached there, we almost died. we were totally lifeless.

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    it contains the latest novel of hikayo
    -my plain white comb
    -a few papers
    -my body gloves wallet
    -my towel and clothes
    my stuffs lol *complicated

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    we reached!

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    in monorail

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    gasoline-ing. sky juice.

    they off. but i off to pavilion. i walked there from ts, most of the drivers in their car stared at me. i walked alone with my heavy bag. but the walk took a long time. met my family and uncle bi's there. we went to have our high tea in crystal jade meal3. i had a Irish ice-cream and honey milk. lastly, the waiter didn't serve me the spaghetti. just ignored it because i've had lunch. the adults gossiped and i slept. around one hour. my stomach pain! i sat on the branch and went asleep.finally we off to home.

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    pavilion

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    we had our high tea here

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    my honey milk

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    a retarded face.

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    i slept straightly after reached home. without bath. no reminds.
    my hifi stereo gone mad. can't work and made ''buzz'' sound.

    JUST ALL. speechless?