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Monday, February 11, 2008,11:32 PM









Mr Kenneth: "...Yes, those days, there were samurais and ninjas."
Chen Wei: "Cher, POWER RANGERS?" LOLOLOL.

Everytime the word 'DEFNECE' pop out, I'll start laughing silently under my breath. Pee-yew. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH.

Vivian, I fucking lost the bet. And I bet Qian is jumping her ass off and then... Her panty dropped. See, I'm so honest! But, come on lah, who cannot resist Pizza Hut? Not even caterpillar, really. Go check in wikipedia, LOL. And according to Veni, after 10 years, the idiot has finally stepped into Jurong Point's pizza hut. So we ate there, and then went to the library to find some inspirations for tomorrow. Then went window shopping. The Clique, remember, NEWSPAPER FOR TOMORROW. Bring a bunch of them, even though the front page is some woman wearing some-- *COUGHS*

h0wiie sh00x h0rnehh , hahaaxx . imaqqiine miie speakinqq lykk diishh aqqaiin .
*JUMP UP AND DOWN, WOBBLING HER THIGH*
iit'd be sh000000000000000xx awes00m3 ! !

Gosh, I'm so lazy to post and I'm dying for a hot bath right now!

I'm rushing this post, lol. K, bye.