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Tuesday, September 9, 2008; 12:47:00 AM



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NAH, ELAINE & KAIYING.
YOUR PEEKTURES!


super lame.
my lunch box with dark chocolate digestive biscuits
she also wanna use as prop.
(digestive biscuits are high in fibre! good.)
=.=
my waterbottles.
(plain water is always better than sweet drinks!)



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super cute lil baby.
he's still holding on to his bottle though he's sound asleep!
still sucking too.
awwwww...
(feel like squishing him. LOL)


chest of tidbits in my room.
only the greentea belongs to me.
the rest belongs to my skinny pig!


oneesan & me!




WARNING.
*heavy duty*
the rest from now is of me, me, only ME.
(told ya i was bored)
i have warned you beforehand so close this page now
if you detest my face.
:D:D:D:D:D







ignore the bag.
main purpose
.
.
.
ME LA!
^^




those which seem like gaps are actually the crystals
without their shiny backings.
they're much lighter & clear.


really need to clean my mirror.
-.-



there's much more pictures of me but i din upload them.
don't wanna put you through hell.
hahahaha.




i was freaking angry this morning!
i was at the bustop waiting for 190
& suddenly i saw smoke coming out from my bag.
i was stunned & thought my handphone exploded.
(i know that's stupid)


i opened my bag & i saw a smouldering cigarette butt.
(still burning, still fucking hot)
it burned through my make-up case!
was lucky it didn't burn my bag or wallet
or damaged my phone.
i quickly picked it up & throw it on the floor.


i turned around wanting to scream at the fucking uncle who did that.
but he was already gone.
it makes my bag reek of cigarette!
super smelly, that's why i hate people who smokes.
GRRRRRRRRRR~~



GOT DUSTBIN FOR THOSE SMOKERS TO THROW
THEIR CIGARETTE BUTTS YET SOME STILL ANYHOW
FLICK HERE FLICK THERE.



cb,
think that their father/grandfather own the whole of s'pore is it.
even if there's no dustbins,
you can always throw it on the ground/grass
& BLOODY STEP ON IT to extinguish.


fuck.
(for your info i was sitting down.
how is it that, that a*hole flicked his cigarette butt INTO my bag?)
arghh. forget it.
just treat it that i was down on luck.



hope your shirt gets burned by your own cigarette butt someday.







im as busy as a bee.
oyasuminasai~






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