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Call me red hair or pam or monkey or whatever blah blah blah.
seriously im going thru a 'FML' stage now , but dramas owaes pwn em all :D
Lastly im a sucker for red stuff
yeaya. Treat me Nice, I'll treat you Nicer. Don't step on mine when I didn't step on :}yours!
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Date posted: Friday, February 6, 2009;
Time started: 4:24 AM
Posted by: c0kE
3rd post of zeeee day
harlo its currently 12.24 am now.
so early/so late .
well , i have been reading pple's blog and pple seemed to be enjoying/stressing
/hating/loving their new school , or we say the JCs.
DAMNED poly for taking forever to open.
whattheheck.
i swore if my r5 was enuff to getinto the lousiest/crappiest JC i wld have chosen it,
but sadly i was away but so many points .
SIGH
LOL.
nevermind , btu anyway i just hope my appeal to NP suceed.
oh my god, i donwan to go SP!
but if i am chosen to, then bobian :((
today i bused all the way to geylang.
whattheheck, u noe how horrible that place is?
chickens.
and all the china man/bangalah man freak my arse off :(.
the street is filled with suspicious looking pple or shld i say,
I SUSPECT.
everyone looks like they are going to jump on u and peel ur shirt apart .
( does not applies to me i know, im not that buay hiao )
anyway i was trying to find bus to return to some familiar place
but i walk rounds and rounds and was so disappointed there was none.
i was till the botoom and so freakin scared/depressed suddenly
i saw another busstop.
and it broguht me straight to yishun.
BUS TRIPS ARE SCARY WHEN THEY ARE FILLED WITH BANGALAHS.
THE SMELL AND THE LANGUAGE.
ARGH.