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Friday, April 22, 2005
Yesterday, you asked me something I thought you knew.
So I told you with a smile 'It's all about you'
-mcfly.
I have observed that in the past, i blogged ten times more often than elsa lim tze joo.
However, it has now come to a point where the number of times she blogs far exceeds mine.
Must be the writer's, i mean, blogger's block.
Today in school, we have come to a conclusion that melissa screams at anything and everything.
While walking down the steps to LT3 for econs lecture, melissa let out a ear piercing scream because she spied a black lizard lying on the floor.
In my defence, i have to say i only screamed cause her screams are infectious.
Then later on the way home, as we dragged our feet along the overhead bridge, a black moth/butterfly flew past her head.
Needless to say she screamed yet again.
Melissa has a phobia of creepy crawlies, despite the fact she 'claims' she was just shocked.
Yeah right. No wonder you're in the sisterhood.
After school officially ended today at half past two, most of us stayed in class to do, well basically, nothing.
Some of them were finishing their chinese or gp stuff while the rest of us, bumbling idiots, made working difficult for them.
First our big daddy took the keys and locked us in the classroom.
Kenn, my dear slightly retarded little brother, was so desperate he started to go on a rampage and began to slam his body against the door, in hopes that the 500000kg door would break under his weight.
While ian laughed at my four songs only ipod, i stole his bloody thousand over songs ipod and threatened to have it thrown out onto the parade square.
He stopped laughing fast.
Kenny chng mr cjc no. seven is bald and sweaty.
I just had to say that.
I couldn't resist.
imprinted at 9:29 PM
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