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Friday, October 10, 2008
Empty Streets


I believe in 'lost in the music' state of body. Actually I'm fine. Better than few days ago. Thanks to the girls. Nothing cheer you up better than a fresh dose of gossips. Talk about creepy people. One girl that I met recently (very recent, mind you) gave me a bad impression. I reached home, and per usual, I took off my killer heel shoes in the living room, careless of who's watching. And the girl stared at me, SLOWLY, and irritatingly, from head to toe. I thought as the more educated and more polite bloc here, I should say hi. So did I. Rest the wish, she turned her face. Double you tea elf?

But the first thing she asked G when I was away, was, "Is she rich?"

Please. Another double you tea elf here. And not only that. She interviewed G about moi. What a creep.

Anyway, watching vagina monologue with the Babe, Riz and Mon. Hopefully it'll cheer me up. Am late already!

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