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Friday, September 21, 2007

Hi I am so fucking bored now that I could fucking type my whole life away. Lets do a life recount together shall we? Remember your first day of school, like P1? Where you(or most of you) cried so loud and hard that your parents have to stare at you outside your classroom. That was what happened to me, to think that I was from an all boy's school. Ah Catholic high, nurturing us to be fgays! So, we slowly move on to become kids. Cool kids that could play basketball and soccer well enough to as a class kick some other school's ass. Fast forward it and we moved on to secondary school. Where gangsterism lives freely. The guy with the biggest guts win. Guys that can fight well wins respect. People which have 'backups' wins everything. And we all moved on differently.

Ok that was pretty random, I was only doing that to make myself feel good about blogging. I think underage people who smoke are a fucking waste of time. Though I can tell you now that smoking DOES indeed relieve TEMPORARY stress but stop wasting your own time, your parent's time, the policemen's time.*I don't smoke anymore* I know that because some pain-in-the-ass policeman did his routine check on me. He went like, " Hello just to take up a few moment of your time." "Is that a packet of cigarettes in your pocket?" A good citizen like me did what he instructed and I showed him my Nokia 6280. So he asked me for my i.d. Finally he was kinda convinced that I was 18. Notice the word kinda because he doesn't think that that was me. Am I like fugly or what? Haha.
Just so you all know, my brother like to go around catching underage smokers, hope underaged smokers get lucky with him. Heh heh.

So moving on, I realized that I fucking sucked in life. Almost everything that I am good at are impractical. Not sure if that was the right word, but yeah you'll get me. This is an awesomely long blog post so congratulations that you actually read till here. There are alot of fucks because I am fucking fucked up now!

Be everyone's love, jokes' out.
That was random yet again. Whats worse that getting pwned in life? =O

Anyone wanna go drinking with me? =/



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