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Saturday, June 9, 2007

i hate weddings...!
My project group thingy was canceled today so I had to follow my mom to a wedding. I knew I does have not gone for the wedding…I hate weddings. One is because u’ll meet all ur relatives there whom some u don’t wanna meet and second all the old folks would be asking “so when will you be getting married”. I’m like Hello! Do you people even know how old I am. Come on...i’ve not even finished my students, what more finding a job. This is would be the last time my mom would drag me to a wedding. ARGH! On top of that my aunt wanted us to say till the wedding ended. For a minute there I thought I was dead. They will be introducing me and my twin to all my other relatives which I never knew I had. Then they would introduce us to their sons. My twin would most likely like that. Me, forget it. I’ve still got 2 years of school left and oohhh…3 more working years. After that then maybe…just maybe I would be ready to get married. Marriage is something really important in a women’s life. To whom u are married to would determine your life. If u get someone who loves u…then ur life would be a happy one but if u choose the wrong guy. Then ur digging ur own grave. Well I got to go..see ya…wouldn’t wanna be ya….

~ { 8:30 AM }
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