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Usually have a lot of things to say. Just no mood to blog. =x
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é£å¤©å¨é©¬è·¯ä¸ å°±æ¯æä»¬å¹¸ç¦çå¼å§ Wednesday, March 17, 2004
I feel good. Or rather normal. Sleep was awesome. I dreamt of many furry animals of different sizes running around in my balcony and house, and one time they had all their butts facing me, and it was so hilarious. I ran back into my room to get my digicam, and that's when I woke up.
And it's rise and shine wednesday. Finally decided to surf friendster (probably little traffic at this time) after my friend kept on pestering me everyday to check out this girl. Which I don't have the time for because: 1) Friendster is a waste of time because of 2). 2) Frienster is slow thus 1). Get what I'm saying. So I logged on (log in or log on?) to find out two things: 1) The girl's pretty. 2) The ex's attached. To the very guy who's close to me before and fizzled out after started going out with her. And irritated the hell out of me by asking if it's ok if it's ok if it's ok if it's ok. And she put up pictures of them, in her house. Awwww isn't that sweet. No I don't need consoling. It's just some childish jealousy or perhaps a tinge of anger and a frustrated reflection which will pass soon enough. I've come up with a requirement which I think I have overlooked in the past. The next girlfriend I make must have: 1) A nice heart. Yah so all along I've been looking for girls who look good and are rich. Yup. triggering Mr Ng HS |
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