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Sunday, April 29, 2007
(6:58:00 PM)
"What you see's not what you get."
Read.
The.
Title.
And it's obviously about Friendster.
I may or may not look exactly like how I look in the photos I've uploaded.
It's common whattttttt, so shut up la.
At least I still look as ugly as I am in the photos.
Maybe it's okay to ask for my email address and add me up on Friendster.
But this stupid better-be-sorry-arse asked for my handphone number.
Firstly, I don't even know you.
I don't even know your name.
I'm not a worthy of no respect, kay.
Siao.
These people have got no brains.
Yeck.
Just thinking about it makes me puke a bucket.
For now, I could still tolerate such things but if it gets over the line, say goodbye to my profile/account.
But for you, the line's like a dot.
.