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Sunday, March 18, 2007


zoe tay's item spoilt the entire ren ci show.
it's like zero technique, seriously.
i bet the real japanese art is not done this way.



anyway, brain dead. too much evidence to prove this point today. like flagging for the tram in sentosa, walking past the wrong gate in monorail, 'gink' instead of 'think', and keep trying to push my specs when i wore contacts.

i love the sun, and touch rugby.

i start to think i owe my family alot. i lost count of how many dinners i've missed this month, the number of times i've shown my bad-mood face but my mum still tried to joke with me. my mum asking me what i would like to have for dinner and attempts to cook for me. my dad who cleans up my room (yet messing my things up at the same time). i wanna repay for all these, and i'm waiting fo the chance to.

i wanna get a skirt and a wallet. suddenly this week i just want so many materialistic stuffs. *tsktsk*