This is.
Me.
-Had a haircut. I had no idea what to do with my hair which was getting too much for me to handle. Sooo.. I asked the hairdresser do sumtin bout it. She did a gd job, I feel. :) (She ought to! I paid gd money for it.)
-Had a great fall. My wound and bruise is STILL ever so prominent. On my knee cap. Watch out for some purplish hue that might capture ur eye the next time I expose my left knee cap.
-Knocked into a wall. At Queenstown MRT station where everyone else is bustling around...Yea. I KNOW! I'm a dolt. Enough already.
-Spent the most ridiculous sum of money just becoz of a flu.
-Went on a shopping spree.
-Caught Ratatouille alone again. (Someone ought to stop me from goin to the cinema alone)
-Radio-station hopping every 5 minutes.
-Ate lotsa sweeties. (Canida was complaining abt me eating up all her green tea mooncake. HELLO~~~ She stole my Nachos which I hid under my bed so tat she cudnt find it.)
-In need of a new secret hiding place for my junkies.
-Still fascinated by this phrase "When we're hungry, Love will keep us alive." NOW...You tell me.
-Reading articles. About Glamour. Poise. Sophistication. (how do u suppose I get all my glamour, poise and sophistication from? I'm a klutz rmb?)
-Wondering if I should skip my next dental appointment. The last time i had it tightened, it was terrible.
-Trying to get arnd Singapore getting snapshots of pretty things with my new camera. (I'm nt VERY into photography. But I do enjoy lookin at pretty pictures. It's only natural that I want to have some pretty pictures myself. Check out my collection at fickr photos.)
-Peeling and picking on my calloused skin.
-Threw two dead mice on my bed.
-Threw hanger on my bed.
-Threw towel on my bed.
-Didnt make my bed.
-Listening to Michael Learns to Rock. I really do like them.
-Downing Paracetemol like there's no tmr.
-Thinkin of how I should make my Chicken Potato salad for tmr's picnic with Uptown girl.
-Revelling in never-ending reverie.
-Dreading the end of this week.
-Dreading the end of September.
-Lookin forward to Next yr.
This is.
ME.

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