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Friday, March 16, 2007


u all are gonna die of laughter after reading this.. i finally realised what the whispers were. yesh it was monster's voice and NO i wasnt imagining. but u knw what it was about..

losefied trex was going thru all the little movie clips in his com nx room!!! i can faint i tell you. i mean i knew that he was serving the net. but how the hell was i to know he was going thru the mini clips??i just told him about my freaky encounter and he laughed at me. :X .. but i'm so proud of myself. at least i didnt run out of my room and became hysterical. hahaha..

i bet trex would have vacated the house if it was him.. now i can rest in peace. monster, u know what said. he said if it wasnt him, i'm suppose to call u because it isnt a good sign. wtf?! haha. anyway, he didnt know we spoke on the phone earlier. have fun with momsi. send her my xoxoxo.

another mystery unreavealed. now i can have peace of mind. wahhaha.. boy! oh! boy! i dont believe this.. *shakes head*.

11:43:00 AM, Glamourous metaphor


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Name: Stephanie
Nick: Pepperx
D.O.B: 05 March 1985

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