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  • Lays & Orange Juice For Breakfast
    Tuesday, February 5 / 21:24
    They are cutting short their reunion world tour, blaming "family and personal commitments". They must be joking! They were such a phenomena back then and even now, such hot mamas. Gee, I'm utterly disappointed really. Apparently, I heard it's because of Mel B and Mel C that they decided to call everything off. I know the rest did make it big on their own, but Posh still wants to try to make it. Whatever, Posh is still as happening without them Spices. She has Becks, on Becks (he got a tattoo of her), money. And an amazing style.

    I seriously hope this is not true. The father is getting a handphone for the kids. Kids!

    I have this very ugly big blister on my leg, so red and peely. Yesterday I looked damn retarded, limping and holding a friend's shoulder for support, walking along Orchard Road. In my hand, I was carrying my heels and wearing Afro's not-my-type-of-shoe shoes. But now when I looked at my blingbling blue Havaianas, I think of Gabriel. :)


    We talked the talk today. I put across my views, and I hope everyone will take it in positively, for the best of everyone. You see, that's how young adults tackle issues. But as for you boy, I don't think there's a need for us to talk the talk.


    And he's the Asian version of JT; JC. Oh wait, he's way better. He sings, composes, dances, directs, plays the piaono, acts, the list goes on! Being a cheapskate Singaporean, I got a sneak preview of his world tour concert at HMV. I'm even a member of his online site, oh wait, I became a member just to get hold of the lyrics in hanyu-pinyin. If Afro can have her DongBang love, here's my Jay Chou Love.

    Finally,
    This is disgustingly funny, thanks to Gervais.

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