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emotions comeback intervention time


Tuesday, March 2, 2010 !@#$% 9:20 PM

 

We have two "almost complete" photographs of the class. This is one of them. And it's with tha prez, no shit. In addition, the "almost hot" teacher was beside me(this is what I think; up close, he's ugly). What a day. :D

Me: But don't you like Malays? Then why are you walking next to me?
Joshua: Because you're fat.
Me: So fat's a race now?
Joshua: No. I just like fat Mallehs.
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Thank you, 401.
For the biggest birthday bash you can give a kid. No, honestly. Especially with all that cake that you guys (ah, well, Zhengde) made me scrub off. I had to shampoo my hair twice to get rid of the smell and wash my face fifteen times with Nevea just so I wouldn't feel all sticky after coming out of the shower. But I have to admit, awesomest birthday I've had to date. Especially this coming from the class that I'm spending the last of my secondary school life with. You guys are great, awesome people.

I guess even though we started off with the wrong foot- "eventful" morning- I guess we made the best of it. The fact that neither did anything wrong made it unjustified for her to do such a thing. Especially to the Birthday girl. Suckachill, Sayidah. :D

 
I'm on a boat! I have a moat! ..right. 
My parents bought me this. Super cool cake but I got drunk after eating it. Doesn't contain rum my ass.

Irony: My parents are watching the same thing in different rooms. And you blame me for turning out so weird.


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