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so she says;






say yall' gimme
Sunday, September 03, 2006

flippin' through my dates, i realised all my events fall on fridayss this month. i dont know if its a good thing. i've already gave my name for the maxim list which i've to go down and show my face but i realised i've yet to clear anything next week which highly unlikely i can make it for the shots or whatever and there goes my digits again. sometimes its weird..i feel that i am making time for my passion but it cant give me another gucci or anna sui. is it worth so much of big sacrifices but its really good to have your passion being hold so dearly to you yet at times, you're so caught in between. i am really bad at prioritizing so i need more time.

so tomorrow my centrespread will appear or rather later. i seriously pray that its gonna be okay because my close to 2mths of time, effort and you name it. i have finally decided to request my dad to buy it for me in the morning but my mommie is sucha darling to say, "i'll be your first reader." and she wished me luck. i am touched. its those moral and physical support i get from her since day 1. the long awaiting auditions to hearing that i have made it to the grand finals and wanting my papi to ferry me for rehersals. though my bro aint showin' any obvious interest, i know he wants best for me. informin his clans 'bout my votes and papers and magazines. its tough to go through this alone with competitors but the comfort and love are more than sufficent for me to pull through the everyday-challenges and competitions. :) i also understand that some wanted the soft copy of the behind-the-scene but my apologies, say that i'm jus not comfortable circulatin' it 'round. its deeply appreciated~ A_^

see..i have sucha bad memory. and this agency actually wants me to memorize the lyrics and sing. wth. i think i grabbed the mike less than 100 times and he expect me to sing. it just makes me break into cold sweat can. my bro just ump chio cos he think i suck in that. yah..unless they wanna spend zillions years to educate and groom me. i rather they throw me a two piece suit in a zero degree room and snap @_@

let's get updated.. i've listened to stars are blind, lose control and dirrty. i kinda like the first two. though i dont know wth paris doin' in the MV but come on, she's not that bad lookin' after all. nice hair, hawt body and last but not least, money in da world. i doubt she's any bimbo cos she've profits for her hotels as well. da profits she get prolly is triple what your brudder&sista&auntie&uncle&papi&mommie's earnin'. as for K-Fred married a superstar that's for sure but leave that kid alone. that MV is better than what i've expected and he has an adorable doll. i kinda like teriyaki boyz as well. maybe its the style, okay lah..the many many bape possessions that make them looked the hipppppppessstt among the players.

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