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Saturday, May 29, 2010
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Do you have any idea how fucking proud I am of you, Hils? Initially I was so worried for you because you didn't seem to have anything you were good in and you were always so blur. I love you so much like my own sister and I get very worried for you, but today, you finally put my mind at ease. Same goes for Nat & Nads. You finally showcased your talent. I am so damn happy for you, OMG! Fight on, my dear sis.

On a side note, welcome back Nas. (: I want to see you work hard. I'd much rather you leave now than you don't work hard. G's right. Words are words. We want to see you prove it. Get out of that squad mentality. Moody is ten times the level of what the squad could ever be. So you should know now how much you need to catch up. We mean business. The squad was just play play, I tell you. Moody is hard work. 


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29th May...two years ago, we spent your birthday together. You invited me over and even your mom was really sweet. You were like no other. You had the power to make my heart skip a beat  I see your name pop in my inbox or when just looked at me with those adorable brown eyes which you claimed turned green in the sunlight...I miss the way you try to put your hair in place by flicking you head. The way you used to stumble at times when talking to me, all the ridiculous things you said to me which you then complain to your bestfriend (who eventually spilled the beans to me) about how you were worried that you sounded stupid to me, but honestly, it was adorable. I just loved the way you were so shy yet so bold. You were a gentleman, you knew exactly when to talk to me, when to make to make me laugh, when to keep quiet, when to be cheeky. All the "XD" you put behind many of your sentences...the little things that made me love you even more. Well, now everything is just a memory. I just like to look back and smile. But when I turn back to look forward, I see the mass of retards they call "boys" of this country. It's so sad. enough to make my cry.