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So it's true my words are contrived
I tell lies just to get into your mind

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Designer: JeSsie
Basecode: tm
Saturday, July 19, 2008

Sitting in the cafe, talking over everything in our life like we always do. I have always enjoyed that. She understands everything, every jingly migly bullshit I feel. Baked cheese pasta, good old milk tea... Then the chilli sauce came into the picture and I started playing with it. Took a picture of what I did and sent it over to the boy but he received it like really really late. Nevermind, as long as it gets through to him. :) Girls being girls, camwhoring in the toilet , never a rare sight. Oh yes, while we were at Esplanade, we saw something outrageous. I'm not a guy but I can't help staring at her butt cheeks already. What do you think the guys were doing?? Swimsuit clad with only a netted shawl- like thing over her. At Esplanade?!?! Cover up.
Wonder what's with Singaporeans and fireworks, I think fireworks put them on temporary high , considering the bunch of girls screaming behind us. But I don't deny the pretty sight though. :)
On a random note, chocolates are seriously lethal. Now, the sore throat is back, together with the cough. I hope I don't lose my voice again!




*p.s drina. Thanks babe. Sorry for feeling so rotten for the rest of the night. I felt like I was screwed over a thousand times. Well, you were there, you witnessed the whole thing.Read your piece,and yes, the present did nothing to deserve this. ''The right one will never be right until I allow it to be.'' So true.. Thanks once again.*

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