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Friday, November 09, 2007
jerine♥, 10:33 AM

she thought wrong. i thought wrong too.

val thought i was leaving next sunday. like on the 18.
well, she thought wrong.

silly girl...if i was leaving on the 18, i won't be spending my birthday in laos would i?
and she planned to celebrate my birthday on the day itself.

she called me and as soon as i answered the call she yelled "YOU'RE LEAVING THIS SUNDAY?! SANDRA SAID THIS SUNDAY! YOU TOLD ME NEXT SUNDAY!"

see...i when i said next sunday on monday i thought it meant the next sunday that was approaching.
i thought wrong.

but sandra knew...i wasn't wrong was i?
i told her last week that if she was the one planning we can forget about celebrating it already.
oh wells.

another year not celebrating my birthday :(
next year we'll be having As so it'd be another year.
it'd be 4 years.








i thought they'd remember. i thought wrong.
they forgot. yet again.
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