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Hi my name is so and so, sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. On days when i'm upset, i paint my toe nails and red is my favourite color. I have white feet, they remind me of porcelain. My eyes resemble almonds and my lids look like define lines imprinted in clay. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your critcism is not welcomed.
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time: 6:43 PM
date: Saturday, December 30, 2006
Celebrating brother's 16 at home (i think he has his own celebration later) with wine, cake, satay, Mother's chilli mee, rojak and ice cream. :D Dad insists on getting cake everytime and Brother bought fruit cake again. He buys the same old thing every single year. :/ My incessant pleadings to get that chocolate gateau cake were once again fruitless (no pun intended). Went out with Dad (gasp!) to get uniform and he was nice enough t let me choose myself (instead of Mother asking why I need such a big shirt). I bought new flip flops and a blue fbt (the nike shorts were so freaking big! :/) so i got the normal fbt. God, cant they see I have so much t do? Mother says I have t be part of this, espescially in the photos. Not t mention the horde of relatives. Atleast I will get a new handphone for being part of this. :D That's the only reason why I'm going t put up with this typical annual roll-eyes-worthy "celebration", wasting the limited time that I have. I shall just hog the wine and the rojak.

Listen t the first words of the chorus of But It's Better If You Do, stupid.