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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 24, 2004
In my own little world typing a stupid political science essay.
That's when I decided to venture into friendster land again. Wow the site is so fast. Heh that's because nobody in the right mind surfs friendster at 5 in the morning. Isn't it interesting how people always put up different photos now and then? How they wanna share with everyone their lives in pictorial forms. I don't mind. It's good entertainment. Wish I had so many pictures though. Someday I will I guess. And why are there always people doing those kinda surveys/ questionaires on the friendster bulletin. Are they publicising themselves or what? Or is it just plain boredom, like me. Like what I'm doing now. Meaninglessly typing on the keyboard. Click, clack, cluck, *spacebar*, click, clack, cluck. triggering Mr Ng HS |
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