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BLOG ABOUT WISHLIST CONNECTIONS MESSAGES

Hello Earthlings!

Sunshine. Tanning. Good friends. Fun times. Bad times. Chill outs.
Picnics. Singing. Dancing. Laughing. Crying. Unglams.
Island getaways. New experiences. Many more..


This is my story. Enjoy. (:

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Hello world.
I'm still left with one more paper - CIP.
and i'm done.
;D


And walking back home today,
i randomly felt like cutting away my damn freaking irritating long hair.
So i did a u-turn ( erika dont laugh ),
and i marched into this seemingly-cosy salon.
- actually i walked in cos it looks classy -
and only until i sat down, then i realised i'm the only one in the entire salon.
.____.

And after cutting my hair .
I look so childish lah.
wtf.















Preview of my hair.

Bstats is killer.


Tell me to stop. 7:00 AM