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Thursday, May 28, 2009

29th May 2009 - Start of YJ's mass massacre.

Moving on 10:47 PM
Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Such perplexity, the mind. The coalescing of these fine sandgrains of Red, Blue and Grey in a box. Now how do I sift them back to the nature of order?

Moving on 11:44 PM
Sunday, May 24, 2009

The Prerequisite..
Set of white pearlies,
Unblemished complexion,
Femme fatale,
Sweet long lashes.
In Vogue, mm..
No fuuuuur please!
And clearly of mature content.

And there's the plus points..
Classic slight slut-bitch. (Don't ever ask me why)
Clearly shaped, top down.
Other plus factors will include any similarity with Angelina Jolie/ Maggi Q. ^^

Just part of the checklist, peace out! :D

Moving on 11:18 PM
Saturday, May 16, 2009

In case y'all might be wondering, I'm not lazy but just too busy to been able to find time to blog. School's been a great deal of hell, past week's spent trying to vindicate my record, to no avail. Alongside with work that's forever piling up and mistrust of every sort I've encountered in school, it kinda set me thinking. There's gotta be a way to break out of all these. And assumably, everyone's going home satisfied from one of the biggest event of the year in YJ, except me. Acceptance will just validate my incapability, which I had to refuse of course. And of course, where's the pat on my shoulder just when I really need it ?

Moving on 9:01 PM