someday, my prince will come

queen bizi. phoebe.
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.
chatter
if you really must, urgh


past and present
the irritating twitter bug






hugs @ 00:45
happy birthday my darling dear. (yikes. one day late.)



and spoilt me had to ruin dear's birthday dinner get-together because of a soiled dress. :( as much as i felt bad during the entire time, i just wasnt motivated enough to unblacked my face. and yes, the after guilt is terrible.

but oh well, i'm still glad i had a great time singing with babe and kes (and the boyfriends). its nice to have someone to hug and u see others hugging.

ah fang has her weilian.
kes has her zhiyong.
i have my ah bu bao.

and i do know i kinda hogged the mike for too long, even when my voice has started to crack. -_-" please dont condemn me from future ktv sessions. ^^


Monday, June 25, 2007
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