someday, my prince will come
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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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no time. @ 01:14
i have completely buried myself in work. heavily splurging my time away in solmart and the occasional tuition. wateva remaining is to be shared among my ah bu bao, the little bundle of joy (i refuse to believe he is 3 and running faster than i am and tearing the house down) and my other commitments (which include my very very very sacred mahjong, clubbing and ktv sessions). i wish i had more time to meet up with u all. i wish i had more time to un-puff my puffy eyes. i wish i had more time to learn blading. i wish i had more time to revise for my korean class. i wish i could just cuddle and snuggle and strangle ah bu bao to death. i am such a 重色轻友 bitch. hais. if only ah bu bao was not as cute as he is. its all his fault. ps. d cup is . . . erm . . . erm . . . erm . . . Thursday, June 28, 2007  |