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Tuesday, February 28, 2006
groansss~
heard that agonisin cry from my mirror?the sheer thought of havin to tolerate many more traumatisin days of havin a boy with a naked forehead scrutinisin his ghastly reflection while preenin himself in the mornin is sendin chills down the spine,or rather,frame of my mirror so violently,u would think it's lapsed into seizures..
meanwhile,i can only hope that all the good karma ive accumulated will go towards aidin the frail strands of seedlings teetherin precariously on the edge of my forehead to sprout a lil' more each day so ill regain my crownin glory in no time..
hahas:)
nothin really memorable happened,other than the fact that i got myself a hugo boss perfume ,a new balance jacket that looks kinda retro and,my latest baby,a puma watch!!juz some kind words of caution:come juz within a whisker near my baby without so much as utterin permission at ur own risk;leave ur legacy behind on my baby,particularly scratches,and ull get a gastronomically delightful knuckle sandwich.:)
realised that ive spent quite a bomb.gonna save up some moolah and stop succumbin to temptation or this bomb's gonna denotate very very soon..hahas:)
cheers guys:)