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Monday, August 26, 2002

feeling sticky and sweaty, i'm typing this entry from my sister's com after eating two slices of bread with reindeer patty plus salmon roe, and a bowl of chicken macaroni soup... oh yummmsss... :)
my babes is "online" now! yessirreee at Trash can sinatra? a little bit of blue boy something special for all your alternative fans, especially obscure 80s and current swinging millenium brit bands.
i wrote another poem recently but haven't had the time to put up. well, i'm not like exactly proud of the fact that i do write. in fact most of the time, its a liability to me because it just gives people another point to tease mewith... speaking of teasing...
one of the many secrets of my mundane life has been discovered!! to much shock, horror, uncontrollable fits of laughter...
4 people... have discovered the weird voice greeting message on my handphone lately... aargh!! stop it now!!... :)
yeah you see, i like to record my singing on the voice message and play it back for kicks... and one day i forgot to delete it from my voice greeting message and everyone heard an excrutiating rendition of one of anita baker's songs...

much apologies if i have caused any accidents *a car accident to be precise becoz one of the 4 pple who heard the voice greeting msg got into one*, hastened the advancement of old age and given much unwanted shock therapy to already fryed nerves.

i'm so hopelessly flawed and an incurable kook. what to do... :)

posted by happyhannon at 10:49 PM