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Beyond me



Wednesday, October 8, 2008
today went T3.
haha.
we practically pissed the guide off.
he was like
" i m not being myself today."
sam: " wats ur normal self??"
"er. shout away at u girls la. in fact, i m the fiercest among all the guides"
sam: " haha. we practically run u down rite??"

he was like really tired of us.
" oi. can u girls behave anot ah??!!"

he was telling his boss
" i 2moro dun wanna do this job anymore. really. all this ppl crazy wan.
see got one over there. crazy wan. keep asking me personal questions.
i dun wanna do this job anymore"

then got once got this person disguised as a cute cute aeroplane.
then dianne they all went to chase it, gushing:
" SO CUTE!! OMG. ITS SOOO CUTE!!!!"
sam: " aiyo. our class ah. really cannot make it."

hahahaha.
he oso cant stand the way we mistaken his name..
"teacher..."
"dun call me teacher!!!!!!"
"ohhhh. then call u wat??"
" call my name, donnie( i think tts how u spell it)"
" huh??!! dolly?????"
"please laa. i dun wanna blame my mum 4 my name. really.everyday wen i tell others my name, they will be like 'dolly??!!' i very tired of it already la."
" ohh. ok."

hahaha. he was really despo.
really stressed. hee.



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back to school.
discuss the class painting which was 2moro n we found out abt it today.
oh wells.
our class was like uncooperative.
some talk, some sleep.
then might as well dismiss them lor.
then need money buy paint n stuff.
then no money.
so tried gather some money then went the nearby paint shop to buy.
hahahaha.
we jaywalked n was really scary.
the CARS WERE FREAKY.

then wen using penknife to cut out the words " make ur move, take the lead" ,
i tried.
was really fuuunnnnn.
cose i dun normally interact with penknifes.
except for times wen i played with col penknife to cut stuff,
i nver use penknife wan.
julia was freaking out, looking at the way i use it.
" wei. U BETTER BE CAREFUL HOR. DUN CUT URSELF AH."
HEE(:


during lunch:
sam: "hey later go with me buy umbrella hor."
qian n me:" oh ok."
me: "HEY HEY HEY. I GOT UMBRELLA LEH((:"
sam:" OH. REALLY??? BUT DO YOU NEED IT???"
me:" ER. YEAH.."
sam:" THEN????!!!"
me: "OHHHHHHH..."
everyone:" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

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talking.
talking.
talking.
sudd,
me:" hey. qian. GOT CHICKEN JUICE SPILL OUT WEN U BITE IT LEH!!!!"
sam:" OMG JIA XIN. U R THE MOST ANTI-CLIMAX PERSON I HAF EVER SEEN!!!"
"HAHAHAHA"

I SWEAR-
QI AN N I ALMOST DIED OF LAUGHTER.
YEAH.
ITS THE MOST STUPID WAY TO DIE.
yes.
qian had difficulty breathing while i almost choked to death.
n my stomach was freaking pain.
o wells.

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my love for you goes on and on and on...