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trisha juliana lazaroo
8th november 1991
eurasian
catholic
Friday, May 02, 2008










okay photos are here. i'm feeling crap. my cough is fuck and so is my voice. wait till you hear how sexy my voice is. compared to this morning, my voice is worst than ever. i can't whisper & i'm straining to even talk. fuck. exams are fast approaching & i've yet to study. school is such a bore the only things that brightens my days are my friends & of course tim. school ends so friggin' late every single day, that when i reach home, i'm so exhuasted & fall asleep straight away. i feel like singing, but my vioce won't let me. fuck. on a lighter note, shaheeraa called me on the 30th april. i miss you shaheeraa. okay goodbye all readers.