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Sunday, June 24, 2007

Hello, I've been MIA-ing the past few days. Had rashes for the past week, seen the doctor already.
I was pretty much idling the whole week. I was thinking about the past. Thought secondary school was fun. Everything was good. Everything fell into place cause' seriously nothing can go wrong in a secondary school.
Think I am going to really start mugging soon. Anyone wanna go drink with me?



Somehow it doesn't feel right
It is really all over?
Did i think it through, did i?
What if all i want is you...

Lene Marlin- How would it be.



10:30 PM

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Firstly, I apologize for not updating regularly, being I'm a busy boy. Okay back from my smecksi trip to Indonesia with 3 other retarded friends. Woke up early 5am on Saturday morning to rush down to airport. Okay skip the plane part, nothing nice except the breakfast. Mmmm. And I thought plane food sucks. Once we touched down Lx's dad was already waiting for the smecks4. Meaning me, Nel, Lx, Waan. First thing we did was settle down at made ourselves home and then went to visit the factory. The walls were like, ZOMFG, Prison break style. That was like day 1. Shopping at night. Okay day 1 down.
Day 2
We went down to the Safari. Lamas licked our car window. Man disgusting. Threw bananas at monkeys. Watched Rhinos. They looked like they wanna charge at the poor Ford Escape SUV. Nelson threw a banana on the Elephant's butt and it turned around looking really fierce but it was just posing for us. Smecks.
Day 3
Shopping again. Hard to elaborate. Super big mall, can get lost. Say, 4times Marina square. Go figure out yourselves.
Day 4
Time to go Biatches. Partae uh. Lunch with Tiger beer, 2 cups of white wine and a cup of red one = an almost KO-ed Mic. Seriously it sucks, drinking one cup of white wine with fresh milk on top, sugar, lemon you name it. Reached Singapore got home, bathed and slept. Woke up and meet tehgang at B.k.
Snooker at Safra and lepak at Simei = today. And when I was on my way home in the bus 38, saw winner teh at 201. She signaled me to alight and so I did, waste my time, little less than 2,3 minutes her bus came. Poor boy had to walk home.
Okay off to bathe, like again.



3:13 PM

Saturday, June 02, 2007

I'd be lying if I said my day was great. Lol. Going to school never helps the mind.
I wanna be in two places at one time. Make it big in life, brains, money and luck.
Any three or all 3 of them and you'll probably make full use of the life that you were
given.
So I was out one whole day. School, Justin's house and Snooker. Dinner at my house
and wtf, my parent's room look different now. My room for a makeover please! I need
a bigger bed cause' I'm getting bigger and I want to get a laptop sometime soon. My
computer gonna CMI soon. Went to Mcdonald's at around 11pm just now, saw Rahu and
Adib uh. Talk nonsense, "RF, RM, LMCO... etc...." Crazy people. Lol Adib asked, "Eh Mic
how come you suddenly so tall siah?" And he kept on asking. Lol.
Okay gonna wake up early tomorrow. Off to bed.



5:42 PM