winds; relished thoughts
revel like oasis
wounded memories metamorphose
12 October 2005 @ 8:53 p.m.
After a while, I feel the charm and lure of diaryland.com
I think I am crazy, please judge the progress of my life over the years: I feel wild...just dyed my hair red for manutd, ooh and being a xanga whore, just loving all that eye candy from everyone else's photos...dun worry Q, my PC knowledge is limited.
Autographs obtained: 4 (yep, appeasing the PR and fan club depts, and footballers).
Attempts to call football club for complaints: 1 (damn Chelsea FC)
Protest because of football: 1 (Unlike radical politicians, I fight for rights in the football world.)
Spend frees to compose poems: Numerous
2 days of literary fame: 2
Making friends with the rebels of lower school : 2
(.backstage door is for VIPs dudes)
Running for life while admiring the car that would crash me: 3
Spreading smilies around the world: Countless attempts
Corrupting friends into addictive items: countless...
Wake up at 3am for a footie match: 1
(despite the Video Recorder's presence)
Failure to learn languages: 3
Squeezing tofu at Great: 3
Prank-using PIN numbers in phone card: countless...because of overseas phone bills
Attempts to mimic Vanity Fair style in my story: 1 (so disgusted..)
Attempts to eat ice cream combo of: strawberry, tiramisu, caramel, mango, rum berry and vanilla - 1
BUT IT was fun....