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Monday, March 26, 2007

I remembered that I wanted to blog about something, but it flew out of my mind already :/

I think I'm gaining weight. I'm eating alot these days, like 3-4 meals per day. Oh my God, I'll die soon ):

Yesterday had dinner with my cousin, & the food was damn good. Ahh~ Love the sotongs-with-cereals(did I just mention sotongs?), so good man!! & the crab, oh damn! I ate 2 mouthful, I thought my lips were itchy like *&#$&@#$%& ):

Went home after that. While in the car, I kept screaming, saying that I saw a yellow lambo, damn nice, at F.E. Suddenly my father said, "You so gong, everytime blurr blurr. Next time when got one rich ah beng wooing you, driving a yellow lambo & ask you to hop in, you sure follow one!"

Aiya I've no idea why people just simply loves to call me gong. Its just so saddenning ): Friends, family, even my, ahem, boss, also say I gong. I can't help it what! OK la, I promise I'll be alert next time ho-kay?!

Anyway, if that rich ah beng happens to be my very good friend, whom I know quite awhile, why can't I let him drive me home? But thinking, what if he drive me somewhere and rob and rape and kill? omg -.-

I think all yellow cars are nice :D
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Sometimes I feel damn emo(duh, I know being emo sounds wrong), but thinking back, I think I shouldn't be in this way. Why should I be bothered by those ridiculous stuffs? Because:

Being emo= being sad/depress.
Being sad/depress= being unhappy.
Being unhappy= Life no good.
Life no good= Will think of committing suicide.
I commit suicide= Many people will be sad.

Aww, so many chains of unhappiness. I can just easily throw my oh-so-emo thoughts away and be happy! Being happy feels great! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

OK what am I talking.

My phone is still not working, bloody. I swear I'll get it done tomorrow. Perhaps I'll go down to F.E and get my skinnys. Oh sexy~

I'm hungry, how?
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I'm proud to say I'm part of the HOLY/HOLEY gang in audition! & hi! I'm HOLEYCRAP. I want to be HOLEYBAHGAE but they don't want ):

singing: HOLY BAH GAE! HOLY BAH GAE!(that stupid ah bu neh neh song, its driving me crazy)


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