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Saturday, May 21, 2005.

whee.


on thurs i went to harbourfront cos there was like this marking day thing.
so i shopped around with my mom.
i love my mom.
i didnt realise how much i did.
she was like willing to hear me ut and buy me whatever i wanted.
i feel like a spoilt lil princess.
but it was like we ate pastamania AND mackies AND starbucks.
talk about losing weight,tell me about it.
harbourfront is actually quite cool.
there are a lot of bikini shops.
and then we went to this shop la,then the bikinis are imported from brazil.
my mom was like'whoa,only can cover the nipples and private part man.'
i was like omgg.
but it was true.
it was really skimpy.
really small.
went to town to get presents for people bdays which i owed a lot.
then went to repair my fucking phone again.
sheesh.
went to zara and posh shops.
my mom needs working clothes.
but i think the clothes are ugleh and ex.
not worth that much.
and then went home and stoned.




friday was HORRID.
before i proceed,i gotta warn you,if you cannot stand stand vulgarities,click that [x] up there.
okay,firstly,i read a nice poem which me and van made.
haha pearly i know we rock your smellaye ass.
then i got back my papers.
science was ok but math and chinese could go suck some farking ass.
maths i get bad grades i dun give a farking damn but chinese??
well,i guess it's my fault.
it always has been easy but now,a B for chinese.
i cried silently with andrea by my side.
loads of peepos cried.
i was quite amazed at the boys.
they failed bbut didn't cry.
like yun cheng.
he was nice to me when i cried.
lmao.
i cursing inside
i hate the farking chin laolao.
she didn't teach and now her new hairstyle looked as if some bomb exploded on her head that kinda thing.
i feel like farting on her farking face.
to top it off,silly mr lim didn't want to increase my marks.
i wanted a a1 la you old bird.
to top it off,i had a friendly match with pasir ris pri.
they played pretty well.
my performance sucked and i still didn't get why coach asked me to play.
then coach screamed at me on court.
fark la.
but it wasn't tht bad cos i made new friends and tactics from tht game.
thanks ci hui and wan qi.
the baball boys were like cheering for us.
damn loud la they all.
then after tht we plated scrabble and we had PRETEND GAMES.
so funny.
*nudges xin ling and the others.
then got changed and went to dawn's hse.
that ah wang show disappointed me
the one on channel 8 at 7 pm.
the ending sucked like hell.
could kiss some ass if you ask me.
then dawn managed to persuade me and bryan to stayover.
had a movie marathon.
watched some nice indian bollywood show and the red eye.
slept like a peeg.


today i woke up and kept eating.
then watched the eye 2,the red eye(again),a bit of howl's moving castle and blessed.
omfg la,the blessed got sex scenes la,so obscene.
hanged out with jia bin and jiajie they all.
dawn got so many pirated vcds,wonder where are the others like house of wax.
damn,i bet she kept it all away frm me.
went to play badminton.
whoopsie poopsie.
i gotta go.
tmr got tennis trng then have to follow my dad to the temple.
toodles everyboddayye.

12:03 AM
Fashion?


GRACI

FOO REN YU
15 going on 16
06061992
I need/want to be a fighter pilot/photojournalist

Holler, homie

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