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First OG Dinner.
Thursday, January 03, 2008, 23:00
Just pure tired. Came back from Kovan. Went to shop for Tribe Identity. Prior to that, spent a good three and half hour at MacDonald's. And, I ended up sitting around the table, with no food but just lame conversation. Okay, my bad. Maybe not lame, but I think its *kua-kua* kind of thing. Okay lah. Just talk crap with me lah. I can be nonsensical as well.

Now, I am turning in. Tomorrow there is The Finale. I am so going to scream my lungs, heart, kidney and whatever-other-organs-left-in-my-body out.






Ernest