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Hi,

I really hate your blog of self-inflicting pity and pain.

Your 'IM SAD! NO ONE WANTS ME!' kinda typing style and your constant emoness really irks me.

Please do some character adjustment you stupid ugly being.

Dont force me to display your blog link for the readers to see how dumb and lame you really are.

Never did like you. Even in school, I already perceived you as some retarded idiot that put on supreme airs but still act like some defenceless chio cow in distress. *AH POUI*

EEEEEEEYYYYYEEERRRR!!!!!!!
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Sorry for the sudden bitching.

Sort of had a bad day, so vented my 'bad-dayness' by randomly selecting a soul I always disliked and made a mountain out of a molehill; turning that soul to look like a dribble of crap.

On a lighter note:

My trips with my dearest Jingyi Deborah!!!

We went to Marina Square and found this new thing whereby you write wishes on these white balls and then the balls written with wishes are made to float at the Singapore river. Or somewhere with water.

On my birthday:

Thanks for accompanying me love!

But still, we went out the next day and went back to do more wishes!!



Ignore the 'crap'. Its the fact.

HEHEHE!!! SO FUN! LETS DO IT AGAIN!!!

Bah!

There's still more pics on my birthday and the day after that.

Save it for later.

TA~