Sunday, October 23, 2005


She almost fell as she alighted from the cab {from seeing me}.

"OMG! what the hell?! Eh... i like your hair! You're the only person who can carry such a crazy hairstyle!!!"

Alright... im beginning to like my hair now. = )



Alright now... we've concluded this is the most gothic hairstyle... esp with my bloody face.

And i finally met jasonteo!!! after more than 2 years. I rem the last time was when he rented a car {and at a good deal}!



Look what he got me from the states! A box of GODIVA chocs! yay! thanks.

oh yes... and this from tht woman.

J: What's with you an ang mos?
E: what?
J: Please tell them to stop staring at you.
E: huh?
J: Wah lao... you look like an SPG man.
E: you're such a bitch. you'd get retribution. I dont take it as a compliment ok.
*conversation goes on*

I intepret it as "oh-my-god-im-ugly-and-desperate-for-attention"

It's almost a sin to go out with J. She eats non-stop. And yes, her col was right that it's her evil ploy to make others gain weight. How inhumane. Im still not feeling well.

and she said "Let's go out at least twice a week!" {the woman has been pronounced mad. haha}

If you say i dont smile, youre wrong.



Jason, you're not supposed to make this face.

ps: the gel was frayed. ends not meant to be like that.


istillcrySunday, October 23, 2005

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