At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Sunday, November 16
Last blogged @ 1:15 AM

I've done my extension but the darnnn lady
was being so dumb like my Patrick,
she cut it short, same length as my fringe.
wtf?! I wanted it to be the same length as my
hair, I even showed it to her. Maybe, she's
just being soooo blind, I guess.
whatever.

Friendster is still being *&Y%(*$)#*$.
Whatever it is, it is still that.
Fcuk the manager, jyeah? :D

I miss iea. I really do.
I miss mama and papa, and girlfriends too.
I need a lot of things now, I mean,
things = things = shopping.

Things in need ;

- New pair of slippers.
- Contact Lens. Hazel(?), will be nice.
- Some tees.
- Dress(es).

To get those stuff, I need monayeeeeeeee!
hahaha. Mummy! :D




hotaye`hotaye,
are you asleep? haha.
he's just a friend of mine,
I guess. ;D