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Sunday, 8 March 2009
i just love paula abdul because she always tries her best not to hurt people's feelings

i still cannot forget those super long hours conversations i had with khairul about money and investments which ended in hours, a few days ago. i really enjoyed it... damn i wish i can have more talks like that. a cup of teh tarik and, haha, conversations on money, monarchy, histories and religion alwayssss inspire me. hahaha

anyway, i really cannot wait for holly to come home. dear holly, i cut my hair and i dyed it black and i look skinnier now. i miss your company. please come home and don't take anymore donkey years. le'ts go ice skating/rollerblading/whatever whatever when you come home. just come home fasttttttttttttttttttt.

and yes people, i've got my prerogative rolling, laying, spreading straight on my pathway. i just love the smell of sweet freedom. and christie, stop wearing your bf's boxer high up your waist. you look like a sober drunkard retard okay? and ju biskot please stop/terminate any sad feelings you have about that dude? come on, i justttt told you right, life is too short to get sad over petty things.

p.s. i just realised that i cannot find my briefs/boxers anymore because they are buried under my big pile of clothes and my cupboard is small and dark. i wish i got narnia's. heh ok ok okkkkkkk random lah dey

i'm cravin for pizza sial ok bye


Sunday, March 08, 2009

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