


>>Be Noisy:
>>Be Sentimental:
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>>Be Friendly:
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*azrul-
*lester-
*yuwei-
*benny-
*hazrul-
*keshia-
*charlie-
*norbin-
*emelia-
*jemmy-
*blogger-
*hotmail-
*neopets-
*michelle-
*huiminn-
*friendster-
*jessefecks-
*pets.com.sg-
*gerald@FTC-
*enemyground-
*style2ouf.com-
*abang_hakim-
*kel a.k.a goofy-
*wholivesnearyou-
*canon girl: angela-
*mypicgallery.com-
*TheFashionPolice-
*bboyworld@forum-
>>Be Visual:
-hit me-
>>Be Thankful:
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todae was a rather sucky day, firstly, was my haircut. i went to the barber only to be cut by this idiotic barber that doesnt seemed to know anything abt cutting hair. most of the time moving the chaver ard my hair without cutting much hair. i was already funing inside. luckily this other barber took other, so it was ok in the end. walking towards the mrt station, i heard this voice singing, i tot there was a pirated vcd seller and they were playing some music. den i saw this blind lady singing with a voice so moving, it was good enough to be on an album. listening to her sing almost made me cry. she was blind, but thru her voice, there was this strong sense of determination and will to survive. the songs came thru to me with such vibrant colour that i could see with my eyes closed. gave her a dollar, that was what i had left after the stupid haircut. den decided to get back my bike which i left at tanah merah station the nite before. when i got there, i realised that someone had stolen my handle bars, lol, of all the things. oh well, i wanted to changed the rotten and rusty handlebars anyway. but my favourite grips was on that bar, haiz, never mind.
{I hear voices, voices only half as humane as mine..}
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