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I never lie. I willfully engage in a campaign of misinformation.
Everyone has an uncle who's an amateur magician.
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narcissism
bah
Grace.
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friends
Angeline credits
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Monday, October 19, 2009 @6:33 AM
I proclaim this blog dead and I shall let it rot in the graveyard of dead blogs.
Thursday, July 9, 2009 @2:35 AM
This is why I want to go to USA. Everything in Singapore is so limited, I'm sorry for telling the truth. And in case anyone wants to get me a belated birthday present.  A KitchenAid stand mixer, preferably this color.  Those cool clicky sifters.  Dog.  Cool balloon whisk, with even cooler body.  Colorful cupcake papers.  Cupcake holders.  Moleskine notebook, with lines.  Chocolate. Oh yes, and a Crumpler. Anything else will be accepted and greatly appreciated. But the list is good. Especially the third one.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009 @5:40 AM
I have friends that make me want to cry which are balanced out by my awesome friends who are always there for me. I think I ought to stop trying and blaming anyone. I guess I'm not one of your "15 friends" and "our" mortal enemy has trumped me. Maybe you wrote something in the offline message I never got to see. But heck, I'll drown my sorrows in peanut butter cookies and cuteoverload.com. And chocolate. Or the strawberry yogurt that is tempting me. And my Bimbo's taking forever to level up.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009 @5:50 AM
Things are looking up! My stupid flash is completed! YEEHA!
Friday, June 26, 2009 @7:01 AM
Not the best quality, but this is exactly why I need a dog.
Thursday, June 25, 2009 @7:34 AM
Only the Mythbusters would waste a ridiculously sized sheet of paper trying to bust a myth.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009 @6:26 AM
It's times like these when I wished I had a dog to be my best friend. (Maintaining that I want a dog no matter my mood) Humans are such a pain to maintain relationships with. They hurt your feelings then blame everything on you when they get tired of being your friend. Maybe it's just the romanticized opinion but won't everyone want a friend who's always there? At times like these I just wish I had a dog to droop over my lap in a corner. After I come home, finally someone will rush out to greet me. Maybe it's quite telling how all my relationships with everyone is going. But even when things look better(probably never), I'll still rather have a dog as my best friend.  Screw you, world! |