Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Sunday, September 16, 2007

Okay, Muslims are away for their dinner and I have no Muslims to talk to. Apparently, the people I was talking to just now were all Muslims. So..

I reckon that being single is the best! You know why? So I can play around with guys, right, right, right? Can mingle around with all sorts of guys, flirt with them, seduce them, for devil-may-care. I know all these are impeccable. Whatever I said are bound to be appropriate. It would carry applauding cachet. Behaving coquettishly pleases guys and annoys girls, for all I care.

All right, I have just squealed and ranted gibberish, abracadabra, gobbledygook, hocus-pocus, mumbo jumbo, and Greek. I guess I feel much better now! Mind my words, please.

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