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Saturday, February 05, 2005

so there was the lunch at grand hyatt with the NP ambassadors today. the food was good... pretty good. i recommend grand hyatt's straits kitchen to those with huge budgets to spare and who want quality local food.

stupid hannipoks made me wait for her for like 7 minutes. i'm not your boyfriend okay, you bitch.

so after the lunch, we took countless of pictures. boo. i felt like a star. muahhaa. all the flashing lights and blah.

hanni, nicole, chantel & i left about 3pm. so they went to meet their friends and their boyfriends. so, i went home. tell me i'm a loser. WHY? cos somebody didn't wanna meet me up. pfft.

i've said what was on my mind already. i hope you think it through. but if you think the present situation is alright, there's nothing i can do about it either. but i still care. <3


BimboQueen
2/05/2005 09:26:00 pm

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