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Tuesday, May 15, 2007'♥

tagged.

Here’s the rules; Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game. Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.


6 weird things about me
1) i will want to pee really, like really really badly when i have got pins and needles in the legs.
2) i have got a fire emergency bag,containing all my survival must-haves, stashed under my bed.
3) i have soft spot for men with belly hair,dreadlocks and goatee, but not hairy legs .
4) i sleep with my mum, still. cos i am afriad of the dark. wussie i know. SO WHAT.
5) i used to collect plasters,bandi-aids and the last time i calculated, i have got $500 worth of em.
6) i can live without anything,anything at all,but mum's doublecombopeanutbutter sandwich and milk and cornflakes.



So, now i’m gonna tag :
1) YY 2) fit 3) lioneel 4) ah leong ( cos you havent been blogging for the longest time la!) 5) nana 6) leene

1:37 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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Photolog

e-eipiphany

musings







proletariat

theng. yy. greg. elvin. weidong. leong.s shan. mich. sharon. nana. huisien.


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