Sunday, August 29, 2004
one forty-three. and im still up, alive and trippin
the barbeque wasnt bad at all! ashthongs screwed and wasted some food. he should pay service charges and taxes we imposed! *strangles
and then for randall's gathering, in-law and i suggested that i should find my indian man. he's finding the light.. but a pity he's too dark. alamak. im going to little india tomorrow for grace's confirmation. im finding him. bangladesh man maybe? not sure... indian man where are you!? the reason behind this = almost all couples are going. how can i not find my other half tell me tell me?! i'll grab an indian man i dont care!
wah liew.. gymnastics have all the pretty ladayes..
marcoo father is my another new found hexic-bejewled friend.
i simply love my blog's music.
ok now now now now now where's my man?! :(
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