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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

CADC club house
woke up damn early this morning to send my sis to school...
yawn... very sleepy still...
then went to school...

reach school at 9,
went to CADC club house straight away...
the entire Cons club was empty except for wai meng...
kinda wierd cos its usually not this empty de...
but all the merrier if population there is low...
:P
CADC club house had become my unofficial study place for this week...
been studying there almost everyday since monday...

studied there for a while then switched to T5 de basement,
cos wai meng had to go back to studio,
i cannot stay at club house cos not allowed,
anyway inside also too cold to study properly...
and wah lao eh, there the mosquitoes damn alot sia...
but kena sting already, dunno...
take bus go home that time then itchy like mad...
argh...

got tired of studying halfway through and started sms-ing people...
jia wei was in the midst of a language class,
kena taught primary school stuff... wahahaha....

also during that time NiuNiu mentioned that he just nose bleed...
take care of urself ok?
long time never see u liao...

was going back to club house with wai meng then i saw that chou po niang...
scream here scream there like SP her house like that...
totally UN-GLAM i tell u...
small and petite, got a tiny little bit of lookd but unfortunately not nice...
not nice at all...
refuse to describe her as a BITCH cos dun wan to defile that saintly word...
sorry hor, u not fit to be described as a bitch on my blog...

whore... even more plastic that plastic...
first moment:
screaming at everyone in the world...
next moment:
speaking in that oh-so-sweet-soooo-cutie-pie voice through the office phone to the lecturer...
kept rolling my eyes at her...
yar lar, yar lar, u can go drink ur $1.90, 7 eleven, oh-sooo sweet cappuccino...
drink until so CLASSY lor...
wah lao, dun wan describe...
very R21; gory scene...

my phone is in a very atrocious/ UN-GLAM/ horribly broken state now...
see already will feel very mentally disturbed de...
think can go feature in some horror movie liao...
i think the ticket sales will be better than tat hairy pottie de movies leh...
so damn need to change phone now lor...
haiz...

me thinking of getting an Ipod...
but i'm like so damn Ipod idiot now...
someone plz help orientate me abt Ipod...
argh!!!
haiz...

~ { Wednesday, January 31, 2007 }
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