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Monday, September 05, 2005
@ 4:06 AM

I'm still up at 4am when I have class at 2pm later and I no longer stay in hall. Wanna know why? No I'm not watching Brazil outclass Chile (4-0 at halftime).

The real reason why I'm still up..



Those killer legs. The tall frame. Her bronze tan. Marry me lah, Sharapova!

Okay she won 6-2, 6-1. Time for bed. And time for dreaming.. here's a sneak preview of my dream..



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