Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Go Google,
Type out "dinie"
N press I'm Feeling lucky..
Guess what?
U'll end up at my blog...
Whoah, looks like my blog is the 1st link when dinie is typed out.

Looks like I'm the most famous dinie in the world ryt now...
Hahaha Cool, honoured but pressured...
So, I must livened my blog up..
Finally my break from work.
Its fun but I jus happened to b sick ryt now..

But I'm more worried bout somethin else at the moment..
hope u'll b alryt.........

Anway,
Ya, seems best if I change my blogskin...
Rmb Basith told me months ago that my blogskin spoilt my blog..
N yes I'll make it more exciting..
But for now,
Spare me a few days n then it'll b in a better condition...
Let's say its under reconstruction for the mean time...

Take care ppl n Merry Christmas!!!!!

posted by Wary at 12:44 PM


Blog Agenda

To provide info on Dinie's life

About Me

A soccer-lovin soon-to-be army man

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  • Live My Life to the Fullest
  • Learn how to cook
  • B a Man

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Music

Artiste: The Frays
Song: How to save a Life

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Lyrics

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
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