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biography
blogs are dramaticised. mine, in particular, being especially so.
self-dilute my satirical nonsense, as you deem fit. i am generally a lot lesser than my insubstantial vernacular. comments are generally unappreciated and ignored. unless you have been involved in a clandestine scandal with me, i will pretend to be ignorant to your cognizance of this humble presence. i am on a perpetuated diet. i am unbelievably stubborn. i am ridiculously fickle-minded. i am full of shit. i know. |
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random #1 @ 23:18
at the fattest point in my life, my mother told me i had no need to lose weight. at the ugliest point in my life, my mother told me i looked pretty. i was painting my nails just now, my mother came in and she said, 'wa! colour so nice ar?' -.- anyways, i speculated that boon lay, where dear stays, is the furthest possible estate from toa payoh.
which reminds me of this stupid pis (psychological immune system) theory that we learnt in social psych. your pis triggers and optimizes your satisfaction when you make an unchangeable choice. so there, i should stop thinking about how i would have been better off if i had taken econs or english literature instead of this stupid psychology.
i is stupid. -.-" oh yes. i am going to edit my wish list and remove bigger boobs from the list soon. (in fact, i should have removed it by the time you read this.) i no no want rasputia (if tts how you spell her name) titis. ewww.. okie, i'm going to go browse skin for babe's new blogspot blog and slack around and read some of my stats notes and stuff while i wait for my very cute boyfriend. Wednesday, February 28, 2007 ![]() |