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I think, the time has come to reacquaint myself with me alarm clock.....I sleep more than half my life (well the weekends and thats my life these days anyway)...and that just might be the reason I don't accomplish much in my life.
"Well, its one way to live" - says the right side of my brain.....the left side can't be bothered at the moment...its high.

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Australis said…
Try using "Life Wasted" as the alarm tone on your phone. Hearing that first thing in the morning is enough to make you get up. At least for the first 3 weeks.
October 22, 2007 at 4:06 AM
CrazyDiamond said…
my phone's a heap of junk...I keep singing "life wasted" back at it..
need a new one...any suggestions?
October 23, 2007 at 4:35 PM
Australis said…
Ooooh what fun phone shopping can be. And yes, suggestion is to go for the Sony Ericsson W580i. I loves it. Very pretty. And it shuffles songs when you shake it. And it has nice camera. My first phone that can do things other than make calls, hence the attachment. :p Check it out at http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=sg&lc=en&ver=4000&template=pip1&zone=pp&pid=10856
October 25, 2007 at 11:03 PM
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