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Friday, May 02, 2008
Tell me what's wrong with society.
Monday,
Changi Chapel Museum field trip with horrendous class H, Changi village had no transvestites when we dropped by, what a miss. Down to divan to get the awaited and delayed cheque.
Tuesday,
I've tongue twisted with the horrendous English class, gave them Betty and Peter with the bitter butter and pickled peppers. And mohammad who has a thick bush of pubic hair stretched from the ear to the chin, is fucked, deserves to be, for coming up with a sissy excuse and brought along irresponsibilities.
Belgian beer staying there for good, discarding me in a small tiny red dot. Nah, i'm just plain missing and am also still suffering from the shivers and quivers of cold turkey.
Wednesday,
Happy 19th Birthday to Yvonne!
The relief team got her a clutch bag and lunch-ed at pizza hut after work. Lot 1 definitely changed, an extension added to the building. And i'm kinda craving for a hotel lodging, like when your friends ring you up, "Alright, give me 10minutes and i'll be down." Call that a luxury life.
Thursday,
Labour Day, a day to commemorate my labour efforts, and so i'm spared for just this day. Bugis-ed with kalai, large splurges on my Gucci, biker jacket, cotton tops and squeeze all you can satin tube. Town-ed along with an additional Bhavani, who somehow built an alliance with me against kalai. One of the most painful expenses would be this pinoy Amira Magic cream, if it really works, women would love it. For a moment i was outta my mind to just whipped out 15dollars for a 15grams cream. The pinoys made us feel so at home, sayangs here and there.
From now on, i need no cashmere or cardigans, because i have confidence, like once in a blue moon.
Friday,
Post public holiday syndrome acting.
5 straight classes in a row, spared only a 1045-1125 break to gobble up the nasi goreng. The tee shirt made an effect today, i'm the one your mother warned you about, that with strong strokes, i give a good break to the 9 balls, and poke them into as many hole as possible. Because outta 3 i won 2.
Listen and don't trip, i think i need a bottle with a genie in it.
If i had one wish, you would be my boo.
Monday,
Changi Chapel Museum field trip with horrendous class H, Changi village had no transvestites when we dropped by, what a miss. Down to divan to get the awaited and delayed cheque.
Tuesday,
I've tongue twisted with the horrendous English class, gave them Betty and Peter with the bitter butter and pickled peppers. And mohammad who has a thick bush of pubic hair stretched from the ear to the chin, is fucked, deserves to be, for coming up with a sissy excuse and brought along irresponsibilities.
Belgian beer staying there for good, discarding me in a small tiny red dot. Nah, i'm just plain missing and am also still suffering from the shivers and quivers of cold turkey.
Wednesday,
Happy 19th Birthday to Yvonne!
The relief team got her a clutch bag and lunch-ed at pizza hut after work. Lot 1 definitely changed, an extension added to the building. And i'm kinda craving for a hotel lodging, like when your friends ring you up, "Alright, give me 10minutes and i'll be down." Call that a luxury life.
Thursday,
Labour Day, a day to commemorate my labour efforts, and so i'm spared for just this day. Bugis-ed with kalai, large splurges on my Gucci, biker jacket, cotton tops and squeeze all you can satin tube. Town-ed along with an additional Bhavani, who somehow built an alliance with me against kalai. One of the most painful expenses would be this pinoy Amira Magic cream, if it really works, women would love it. For a moment i was outta my mind to just whipped out 15dollars for a 15grams cream. The pinoys made us feel so at home, sayangs here and there.
From now on, i need no cashmere or cardigans, because i have confidence, like once in a blue moon.
Friday,
Post public holiday syndrome acting.
5 straight classes in a row, spared only a 1045-1125 break to gobble up the nasi goreng. The tee shirt made an effect today, i'm the one your mother warned you about, that with strong strokes, i give a good break to the 9 balls, and poke them into as many hole as possible. Because outta 3 i won 2.
Listen and don't trip, i think i need a bottle with a genie in it.
If i had one wish, you would be my boo.
