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Saturday, September 04, 2004
i updated my links. finally. yayness. i was procrastinating.
well... now i am procrastinating again. i have not started on my essay yet. shucks. i am so dead. i spent four hours in front of the screen. don't know, time passes so fast. i can't even remember what i did except for chatting and updating links and replying mails. does all these take 4 hours? shit. i slept for 12.5 hours last night. so i am super recharged now.
take note, i just realised jon's one horny bitch. well, actually i realised some time ago. but it's reinforced again. cheers to our telepathy. haha.


BimboQueen
9/04/2004 06:10:00 pm

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Serene Loo; Femme; 19 September 1987; Nineteen going on Twenty; Mass Communication Graduate; Account Management Executive; Nightlife; Retail therapy & more retail therapy; Very trigger happy; hayzelle@hotmail.com