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Friday, November 21, 2008

today's paper sian.
early in the morning,
i got up,
my stomach pain like toot.
until i cannot even stand/.
like my stomach muscles cramped.
mom force aku eat something 1st before the exam.
and i really cannot stand the friggin pain,
so i went to the friggin hospital.
-__________________-"
i tell you la,
government hospital sucks.
they friggin think i wear uniform during school holidays for fun?
okok.. finee...
cannot blame them.
it's just because i look friggin young.
:PPPP
1OO% kena fire from you guys.
XD
anyways,
sat for sport science paper. ( FUCK YOU ! IT's A SUBJECT ! )
and for number 2.
i already got wrong.
piece of crap.

):

and then go eat breakfast with wey ping.
wus suppose to back to the hospital for check up,
but you know...
what the heck.
:)

then we walk to ming qiu's working place and sabotage all the clothes there.
we make a mess :X
who cares??!
i fuckin swear im not gonna go shopping in SCHOOL UNIFORM anymore.
i feel retard.
PLUS my ball ball hair.
-___________-"

then at night..
went for the DYC's talent night.
oh boy.
wus i beginning to miss the camp.

I SWEARRR that ong peck ing is hitting on kenny
SHE ASKED FOR KENNY'S NUMBER.
AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.
laugh with me peepols :X

then kenny's expression when she asked that wus.
I DUNNO HOW TO FRIGGIN EXPLAIN.
but i can tell you that it's friggin CUTE !

(how can i be saying that my own ass little brother is cute.)

KILL ME !

and bla bla bla.
i forgotten which group did the dance
when you looking like that by WESTLIFE.
wtfffff.
okie la not bad.
then they start doing popping.
AKU EYES BIG BIG.
Yan Ni started pushing me out to dance too.
but i prefer sticking my bums on the chair,
and be a REGULAR person.
aku can't catch their limelight.
AHAHHAHAHA.
okok.
BHB-ness striking back.
wooo la la.

imma busy woman peepols.

[ at least i think i am o.O]

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