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Sunday, July 20, 2008


Saturday,
Wellington Primary School jumble sale.Sucked,i mean that its the worst in the whole 8 years of history,seriously.The hall was empty and the canteen was like THERE-ISN'T-SPACE-FOR-YOU-TO-WALK-SO-GO-HOME kinda thing.The coupon was $5,and there was nothing to but food.Some little,primary 4 kids,including my sister,set up game stalls.Ya know,those lame ones like, "you throw this ball into the basket and you get a prize,YAY!"
As you know,well maybe some of you.I hate little kids especially toddlers.To be specific,any kid that is below my elbow.I felt like grabbing those primary 1 kids with two teeth missing by their raven black hair and throw them onto the ground and kick their faces.NEH-NANNY-POO-POO.*sticks out tongue

Irritating Rats.

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Just came back from some religious class workshop at some random mosque in Bedok.
Met the usual people,guys,girls,gays and of course the b*tches. awww~
Luckily,everyone got a $5 popular voucher.Well,that made me smile just a lil bit.

Fast facts:
The heart of a blue whale is the size of a small car.

I'm done here,seeyuh when i seeyuh.

Raise my hands up high, to the falling sky tonight, because this is my life and this is my time. I wrote my failures on my hand. It turned into a book I’m yet to end. This story will progress when I fall flat on my face and get back up again.