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Josephine.
Since 1988.
A tub of Strawberry Cheesecake Ice-cream with my favourite Hollywood flicks pretty sums me up.







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Saturday, September 22, 2007

it's freaking 7.53am on an early saturday morning.
i slept at 2am.
tell me how screwed can my biological clock be.
haven't been resting well for the past few nights.
it's just a matter of time before i become an official panda.


and since i wake up so early in the morning.
i have to disturb somebody.
eric lau is my target.
i just thought of him.
cuz' i wanted to tell him how much of a help has he been during my span of attachment.
and he deserves to know the outcome.
though not a fabulous one,
my satisfaction is just, just enough.
i'm sure eric and mike will be happy for me.
thank you guys!
UNCLES, let's lunch again!


and my hair is freaking-the-short now.
there goes the china's aftermath.
happy or sad? i don't know.