Saturday, November 01, 2003


I have many things to do nowthat the exam's over....
but im simply procrastinating again!
i need to find all my o level certs and all certificates.
i need to catch up on my sleep....
been rather deprived of it for some time.
i need to dye my hair...
i need to change my hairstyle...
there's so much...so much...
but im just wasting every minute at home.
i just wanna rest for now... but still, i cant cuz i know there are things to be done.
the newspaper hasn't got anything interesting to read...
my hamster's busy wth her wheel...
my mum's not back yet.
actually i still really want to attend a church...
but there isn'[t one which i like...
and im anti-social so i would like someone to go with me.
hmmmmmmm.........
ok... and i hate the way im whining and complaining now.
like some loser who doesn't do anyting abt it... but whine all day.
reminds me of those bimbos in mass comm (you know who...)

ok, had dinner with jon, his mum, and benny at this jap restaurant.
the food was not too bad....
and there was this pet shop nearby... and as exected, jon and i went to the pet shop.
they din have those little dogs to make me jump...
but they had a chow chow...
apparantly, it was found in the streets.
either got lost or abandoned.
poor thing... the lady was trying to get me bring her home.
but i couldn't... it's a big breed.. thou it was still quite small (think cuz of age).


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