I'm hot cuz I'm fly. You ain't cuz you're not.

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Monday, September 15, 2008

when anna is hungry/feeling like a glutton, anna thinks of:
raffles hotel mooncake lying in the fridge.
that ramen at Central we just had a couple of days ago with jansen shuhui gina.
salmon teppanyaki set at YakiYakiBo!

and i'm fucking sick of pple who over-promise and under-deliver.
i guess we can't trust pple who don't have a fucking decent office and always hold meetings at Starbucks.
use your brains use your bloody brains. sighs

moral of the story: don't over-promise and under-deliver. make one bad move and bitches like me will need a miracle to reverse my bad impressions on you.

THE AUTHOR

graduating. and pretty much lost. black hair, brown eyes, never sick of sashimi.

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