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A 30 Day Challenge
Friday, March 25, 2011, 9:29 AM


Day 01 – Presentation of myself
Day 02 – My first love
Day 03 – My parents
Day 04 – What kind of food do I cook?
Day 05 – What is love?
Day 06 – If this was my last day…
Day 07 – Friends
Day 08 – Favorite things
Day 09 – My beliefs or philosophy
Day10 – Favorite blogs
Day 11 – My siblings
Day 12 – 10 things you didn’t know about me
Day 13 – A regular day in my home
Day 14 – Bad habits and burdens
Day 15 – My dreams
Day 16 – First kiss
Day 17 – Childhood memory
Day 18 – An embarrassing moment
Day 19 – I regret this
Day 20 – My role models
Day 21 – My bad sides
Day 22 – Things that upset me
Day 23 – My home
Day 24 – Things that makes me cry
Day 25 – Things I’m good at
Day 26 – My fears
Day 27 – My favorite place
Day 28 – Things I miss
Day 29 – This is what I want to do when I grow up
Day 30 – 10 deadly sins

May the game begin,
Day 01 – Presentation of myself

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Back to basics, My name is Oki Pooamorn. I am sixteen refusing to go on seventeen. My life sadly revolves around memorizing all my academic textbooks and unrealistically aiming for UPenn at the moment. I like new things. I like buying shoes. I can be funny when i want to. I eat too much. I have different personalities with different people. I think "shit always happens" is a way of life. I am 155cm and walk into other people's chest. I have a fridge full of hagen das and i intend to break my house's weighing scale. I really don't look like the freak my above picture suggests that i am. Blah blah blah.

Yay or nay, i love the way i am and i'm shit bored as you can see by doing this.