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Saturday, August 05, 2006
Friday went to watch click with fiona and i think its kinda duh duh show. But some parts were surely entertaining. Saturday morning went to taste Brinjals and it really sucked alot. Went back home and fell asleep. Till the afternoon, went out with my mother and she got me a new spectacle to be collected on friday. It seems as though i've not been shopping all these while. goodness, i found so many lovely tops you know?! flowerly, checkered. whatever. And then, went to pizza hut again. darn it. their service was terrible? but pizzas were nice of course.
Sunday, tution in the late morning and hoping to eat macdonalds! And afternoon got to prepare for MT practice exams and in the night gona do maths.
i'm running out of time, wondering people why do they have so many extra time. Sell them all to me people. Then i can be the time traveller's wife. DUH. hahaha. so sorry, its a title of a book that i want to read. (:


9:06 PM
 i stayed up nightsuntil the stars leave the skies.



reach my prismic soul.

Joey Wan
250890
VESPERIAN' i am.
i fly & shine with my mates
You'r on my heart just like a tattoo.
xoxo.


Unconditional desires.

To Tibet.


travel.


Make an Online Now Count



hear me.

Now Playing : Teardrops On My Guitar.

By : Taylor Swift.



Those words.


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credits.

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