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what it do baby boo ?


Given the name Amanina on may 16. Nina is iight. Many can replicate but none can duplicate :P it's still a bit shitty butttt ill redo it soon okay

that good sheeit
* i have to put in music here (: lol wait up


Sunday, August 23, 2009


no school today :D as usual i woke up rolled out from bed but of course in a later time than usual :P hehe. so i got online and someone IMed me.
i was like who the hell .. ? omg ! hey ! haha. so we were chatting it up for about an hour. i was never that close to her EVER. so i thought it'd be one of those "hey whats up" convos. we talked about a lot. and somehow it got to this topic.

"yeah lol im kinda upset we realy didnt talk at cleve hill ur actual really good lol
i mean a good person and cool"
"ohh sorry. idt i was ever mean to you though .."
so then i felt bad.
"... u werent mean to me u just didnt realy talk to me cuz of the freinds u had i guess or..."
it continued.

and then we talked about the past i was pretty much lmao about the stuff we were talking about
memories (:

and it somehow got to this

she said:
"..... cuz you dont have to be popular to feel loved ya know"

" that was mean ):"

it's not popularity that i miss [ i never ever once thought i was popular] but
its love that i miss. the feeling that a friend will always , always be there
for you. so cliche, but true.

lately people don't take the time to really get to know me
maybe it's just the way i feel ?
but getting to my point here ...
i don't like when people jump to their own conclusions about me.
you dont know ME. it's only been a year over.
before you conclude something, think it thoroughly.
its a sign of maturity.


p.s: i kinda miss cheer
p.s.s: i have a shitload of work to do