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21 year old
borneo-born babe
dangerously unbalanced.


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The Open Secret


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Monday, January 5, 2009
outside is windier 11:19 PM


please raise an eyebrow. like theeeeeeeeeeesss (^.-)
play along la.








































...kerana stress,


I fished out for a new layout. Diss this one, and you've self-appointed your ass as my web designer-cum-slave. So hold your tongues unless it's going to be a compliment for my hard labor.


Oh, in case you give a hoot, I'm feeling much better. I've decided to live outside the paranoia for once, and embrace the awkwardness. You're talking to the Queen of self-ostracism. I would know when the sirens are blaring silently.



fool, I am not.



oh give a shit will you?
Nah. Monologues do me harm, especially to my throat. I don't make the best Smeagol/ Gollum impersonation, I'll give you that.


K's party has an awesome theme. I have the perfect outfit for it, in fact, I can't wait to use it as a good excuse to get my baby oxfords! DESPITE it being a house party! Haha. I'm still in a total blunder in choosing the best ensemble for J's party though... anyone with gorgeous floral prints ready for me to borrow?

when I say ready, I mean, perfectly fitted for the petite.
I realize the fivefeettall-ness.



Happier already *smug*


Crys



Crys