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Sunday, March 13, 2005
I feel like I've got NO LIFE. Boo. I've been stressing out over work. And so are the people around me. Girls, 2 more weeks to holidays. Yayness. So hang in there. We'll beat your number one enemy -----> ***** smarty pants. :)

Okay, I'm feeling random. I've got cravings for chocolate icecream now.

No, change that. I got tomyam cravings.

And I want to club too. And and and... So many things to be done during the hols. Whoopee. But I wanna get away from here awhile. Be totally uncontactable for a week or so. I need that. And to spend some time with the little ones.

Okay, back to Speech Comm, LocVid and Bauhaus. Here I come, I've got such a happening life. Muahahah.

MING, SEND ME THE PICTURES NOW. TO MY GMAIL. YOU DOINKABOOBOOS. thanks! :)


I assure you, I'll stop lah. Promise.


BimboQueen
3/13/2005 10:12:00 am

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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