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Saturday, September 22, 2007

My tutee is f-ed up.Gosh.
She is really an idiot.
When i go to her house, i dun tutor her.
In fact, i sit there for 2 hours getting paid for doing my own work i.e. my assignment, proj research or reading the texts.
I should be very happy about it i know, but the thing is
i hate it when she asks me to buy McDonalds for her every lesson, send her 100000songs after shuffling through my whole galore of music in my Ipod and talk back to me.
I hate it when she starts talking back;but obviously I WIN--cus i'm hotter,taller,smarter and louder.and im her damn tutor.
okkkk i should nt be bitchin about this just that now im trying to send her songs my whole lappy is lagging and i cant surf.

sorry,june is a bitch :D

8:35 AM

Reach my prismic soul.

Music plays the beat of my heart.
Dance to the tune of love.
Just go ahead let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere,somehow. This is the essence of a power-woman

Epitome of a showstopper.
CANON IXUS 80.
COACH CARLY SIGNATURE BAG.
COACH ENVELOPE WALLET.
SHOES. GOOS SKINCARE RANGE ESCADA MOONSPARKLE


The endless connections.
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EileenFu
Bee
Liping
Angie
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Denise
Debra
Dawn
Rach
Junxian
Jieying
Xinyan
Clara
Huiling
Jerry
Alan
Janice
Zeling
XiuJing


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