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Thursday, March 27, 2008,10:16 PM

I apologise for not going for the NDP rehersal.
I failed as a percussionist. I'm sorry once again.

When we're on our way to West Mall in the bus, the bus came to a sudden halt. Since we're standing, buddies and I almost fell, which caused a fucking sweet chain reaction. Then the passengers were laughing at us. And we're like, lets do it again!

After lunch, Cassandra and Meena decided to do the painting shit while I play Swee Geng's PSP. After that, we played hide and seek in the whole West Mall. Imagine that! Roflolmao. Me and Huili kept going down the staircase which is freakingly dark, scary, smelly and eerie. Unfortunately, they found us while we're walking around aimlessly. Went home since the girls needa go home.

The songs in my phone is getting boring. Recommend me some really good songs. And gosh, I hate trance. Overrated music, pffh.