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.daC.
01 Nov
coke light
dead cockroaches
slow rock
Thursday, February 10, 2005

I dreamt about Duta. My Goodness. I've never gone gaga over this fella sia. This would be the 2nd time he appeared. Why sia. Maybe my destiny lies with this Indon vocalist? Maybe he's THE ONE!? (*shrieks!!) (To Eli: ook Duta's wayyy hotterrr than Choops can?) lol*

Of course the whole eversoreal picture was disrupted when this girl appeared and said.. "Duta! why never call me?!! bastard sia. Now u're out with dac.." *&^!#!? and yahh then he started apologizing to her and said "ish... we're just friends la!" ok-ok. I declare that i suck when it comes to relationship whether in real life or dreamland. Thats when i woke up. And realised that mom cooked lunch already. Better eat. A hungry-woman-who-got-ditched-by-a-hottie-in-her-dream is an angry woman.