Friday, November 10, 2006

red carpet

It's prolly because of the late office proclamation that it's National Youth Day (what the?) or the vibrations sent off by the dreamcatcher whose pendant rests comftably in my grown tummy.

I've given it days to contemplate and so here I am. So Friendster, sue me. NYD or dreamcatcher-less. This comeback deserves Hollywood red carpet. * evil laughs*

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It was not so long ago, I've returned to blogging thanks to the ever-accessible Friendster blogs.

http://jayclops.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/

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