Goodbye 2008

hi readers...

today's the last day of 2008.

soon.. we'll all be stepping into 2009

be it you like it or not.

i sincerely thank all of you who have been

constantly reading my blog

and put up with all my rantings and vulgarities

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however.. unfortunately..

i'll still remain as who i am

despite several severe down syndrome cases coming in

and start barking to me about how much i suck.

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blogging may be an enjoyable activity

but knowing that there are idiots like you who appreciates what i write

*you guys must be sick in the mind*

really makes blogging double enjoyable.

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alright enough of the mushy part.

i'll come back on 2009 and

continue to scream humiliations into your face.

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Bye.

~ Miry Christmas ~

i kinda hate

Christmas

this year.

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Christmas Eves are meant to be spent with your girl/boyfriend.

*definitely if you have one*

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while Christmas Days are for your beloved family.

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well well well

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Too BAD.

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Christmas is over this year.

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let's HOPE there's always a next year

IF WE CAN.

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God Damn It !

oh.. i thank God.

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i thank Guan Yin Ma.

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i thank Jesus.

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i thank Allah

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i thank Lord Khrishna,Vishnu,Shiva..

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THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME

BACK TO

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SINGAPORE

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alright

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let the ranting begins.

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Firstly, i began my KL trip

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with a serious case of flu and fever

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which almost landed me in a LOCAL hospital.

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then, for the next few days

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i've been LYING IN THE HOTEL OF

A GODDAMN SHOPPING PARADISE

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well.. the only time i step out of my room

was to go out for dinner.

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LAGI BEST !

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THREE CHEERS FOR

MONOSODIUM GLUTAMATE

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YES YES YES YES YES.

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MSG MSG MSG MSG MSG ! ! !

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the food is fucking full of MSG for goodness sake.

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i presume the food most suitable for human consumption is McDonald's

* i'm loving it*

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NEXT

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LAGI LAGI BEST BEST !

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THE TOILETS

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woohoo!

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3 CHEERS !

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WE DO NOT QUEUE FOR TOILETS !

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instead.

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you stand right infront of your favourite cubicle

and if person inside has a strong bladder.

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VOILA

you get to go first !

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if not.

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you gotta hold your pee till

you've got KIDNEY FAILURE

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ohhh.. it's so exciting isn't it !

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God knows if the cubicle you've chose to stand has a bitch

who has eaten contaminated food

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AND IS HAVING A DAMN GOOD TIME

SHITTING HER INTESTINES OUT

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oh. another thing is .

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they Do Not

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i repeat

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they DO NOT have toilet paper in their cubicles !!!

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it's all outside.

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so you've got to draw the

amount needed from outside first

then go in.

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CHEERS CHEERS !

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JUDGING BY THE AMOUNT OF TOILET PAPER YOU TAKE,

THE WHOLE WORLD GETS TO KNOW

THAT YOU ARE GOING IN TO

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PANG SAI !

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Now everybody stay calm and

ScReAm

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WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK

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ok ok.

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to be Politically Correct.

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yes yes yes.

i SHOULD be patriotic and LOVE malaysia

for her EVERYTHING.

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but hello?

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i am born and breed in singapore.

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i presume my parents MADE me in singapore too.

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so..

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PIAK !

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Label me with the

" MADE IN SINGAPORE "

sticker please..

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whatever that separates me from a true blue singaporean is

the colour of my ic.

*FUCK!*

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which is definitely gonna change when i reach 21.

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pardon me if you find me sassy.

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i am not feeling ashamed of my own country

OR

trying to DISOWN my citizenship

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BUT

you CAN'T possibly expect me to stay loyal and patriotic to a

foreign country.

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Alright.

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Brad Pitt is getting impatient

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gotta go make out with him now.

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BYE.

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what else can you do except to adore me.

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i hate work

and random-ness

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I am WHO I AM.

EVERYBODY

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SAY HI TO GRACE !
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Well well.

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it's a JP-DAY !!

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The new jurong point was..

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HUMUNGOUS

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okix. it may not be as HUMUNGOUS as Vivo..

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but look at the malls in the west side.

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Comparing Lot One to JP..

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IT'S LIKE

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DAVID VS GOLIATH

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then we headed to... Clementi

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for K-BOX session.

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Bitchy Bestie

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Brother and Me.

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By the way.

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Today we watched

"The Day The Earth Stood Still"

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REVIEWS MAY BE IN THE NEXT POST

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cause i've got A HELL LOT OF COMMENTS !

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BYE.

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you do miss me.

i know i've neglected my blog

for a very long time.

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so...

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i've decided to

continue to neglect it

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However.

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to avoid too much

agony and disappointment.

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i shall just blog about some random things

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it's been long since i last spot a coca-cola can that is so clean.

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the normal ones are usually tainted with

lots of weird designs depending on the season

(e.g world cup, olympics, blah blah yada yada)

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i was trying to pin point the location of

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its dick.

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i love it when my readers end the post with a

a big scare.

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The Future is in OUR HANDS ?

Let's talk about the topic

"Our Future"

well well..

"Moulding The Future Of

The Next Generation"

Come AGAIN ??

DID I HEAR MOULD ?!

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well. let me see..

to me.. MOULD is like...

a soft green or grey growth which develops on

old food or on objects

that have been left for too long

in warm wet air

OR

YOU PRESS THE ANG KU KUEH INTO A MOULD AND

TAA-DAA!!

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YOU PRODUCE 4 MILLION

IDENTICAL ANG KU KUEHSSSS !

i say YAY~?

let's all throw confetti in the air

and cheer hard for all being

THE SAMEEE !

woohoo !

well. of course

we, the ang ku kuehs, can do nothing about it.

What can i say.

we are just ang ku kuehs .

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we are produced from the same mould,

by the same hands,

stained with the same colour,

filled with the same fillings.

And you know what's best?

Our RED ASSes even sit on

the SAME type of BANANA LEAF.

What's More?

THEY'RE FROM

THE SAME DAMN LAO POK TREE !

SING ALONG !

MY DEAREST COMRADES !

One Red Dye.

One Damn Mould.

ONE Ang Ku Kueh.

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there's practically no room for negotiations.

EVERYTHING is PLANNED .

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The nice looking ang ku kuehs will be sent to

ESTABLISHED bakery like Bengawan Solo

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while the other sub-standard ones ??

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VOILA ! !

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Off You GO

to some LAO KOK KOK neighbourhood confectionery shop~

Isn't that a great convenience for us?

our future is all moulded from the beginning !

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all we've got to do is to...

TAKE IT, LIVE IT,

LOVE IT .

Is the future really in our hands?

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Think again.

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BYE.

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HANG IN THERE !

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HANG ON PEEPS !

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Credits to stickgal.blogspot.com

(as you can see obviously)

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my tests are gonna

start real soon.

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so i've gotta chuck my blogging aside for the time being.

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so if you feel thirsty for my posts,

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go quench your thirst with some archives

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or my sexy photos if you prefer.

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LOVE ME, ADORE ME.

EVERYBODY SAY. . .

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YO-OO !!!!

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i'm a

fucking pathetic

underage clubber !!

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Let's GET HOT.

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REAL HOT.

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now MEOW to me

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you bitches out there.

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HEY LOOK !

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IT'S IKEA ~!

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DEVOUR !
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yum..mm..

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LET'S CONCLUDE THAT IKEA IS...

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BETTER THAN SEX
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TOMMY'S HAIRCUT

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PARIAH

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we always attract

strange things to happen.
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now i say

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BYE.

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Gotta go fuck Brad Pitt.

History Is About Me And You.

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these pictures were supposed to be up

like 73 million years ago.

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and i just happen to dig them up like

how archaeologists dug up dinosaurs' skeletons.

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Talking about archaeology

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isn't it like super ironic?
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those dumb fuck archeologist sometimes dig out weird things

like a bottle cap or a fragment of a glassware

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and made a big HOO-HA over it.

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when maybe it's just a rubbish randomly

chucked aside by some ancient beggar

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so if some banglahs left

their used condoms lying around the construction site

and the condoms eventually

got buried under the building...

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i guess 237 years later ,

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some young lads may archaeogically dig up the condoms,

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and start getting dubious about their ancestors' dick size.
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and if i were to go and bury

my sis clothes, my mom's bra, and nana's photo

in the backyard,

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future archaeologists may just think that

their ancestors are

short and fat with small boobs

and a fucking ugly face.

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HA HA HA

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I can alter the history.

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Alright, nice chinwag

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BYE.

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ORIGINALITY.

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from what i've observed recently,

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it seems that a whole lot of ppl

are hating my blogging style.

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" YOUR CONTENT IS SOOO SEXUAL..."

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"OH YOU'RE SO VULGAR..!"

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"AHH, YOU'RE SUCHA SPOILT BRAT ~ "

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ENOUGH SAID !

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well well.. let me tell you the truth then

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THIS IS HOW I AM

IN REAL LIFE TOO

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SAD

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basically there's practically

NOTHING you can do about it.

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because as a reader, your job is just simply to

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READ.

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well. you do get to voice your comments at times.

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hence i do get lots of " i hate you" comments.

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and a hell lot of " you blogging style sucks" kind of comments.

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what's the point dude?

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Do i get to literally bed Brad Pitt just because

i said,

" Fuck You Brad Pitt " ??

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don't be silly.

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you're just making me

GUFFAW HARD at YOUR STUPIDITY.

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so are you ppl expecting to come to my blog..

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and see me blogging TYPICALLY like this...

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" *yawn* what a boring day today. Reached school at 8 and waited for crystal. She was late. I waited for her till 8.30 then went into class together. Class was horribly boring. Lessons all the way till 12 and had a break. Didn't had much of an appetite but i forced myself to eat because lesson officially ends at blah blah yada yada.. "

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Head Count: 1, 2, 3, 4, ....

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349852 HEADS FALLING ASLEEP !

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Alright alright.

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no worries.

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i DREAD recalling the whole day's activities too.

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even my mom isn't interested in what i've done in school.

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SO I GUESS YOU WOULDN'T TOO .

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i am like having school for 5 days a week.

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so i guess this is what those TYPICAL readers

who complained loved to see.

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" *yawn* what a boring day today. Reached school at 8 and waited for crystal. She was late. I waited for her till 8.30 then went into class together. Class was horribly boring. Lessons all the way till 12 and had a break. Didn't had much of an appetite but i forced myself to eat because lesson officially ends at blah blah yada yada.. "

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x 5 !!

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Come on.

Even the hair on your butt crack starts screaming. . .

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BOR-ING !!

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you ppl are hating me cause i am different.

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I'm laughing at you cause you're all the same.

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By the Way.

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Excuse me?

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i am a blogger. i am not your maid.

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i do not do WHAT you ask me to do.

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Unless you pay me, of course..

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IF NOT, Get This Clear.

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Blogging is NOT a service provided BY ME FOR YOU.

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YOU DO NOT GET TO PICK WHAT YOU WANT TO READ.

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So pls, you do not possess the right to go

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" Mummy, i wanna read about

Bill Gates's favourite pastime

and structure of a basin "

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INSTEAD, I AM THE ONE WHO GET TO PICK WHAT

I WANT YOU TO READ.

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So the fact is

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YOU DEVOUR WHATEVER IS INFRONT OF YOU THEN SHUT UP .

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As for good readers who enjoys reading my blog or

readers who doesn't enjoy but just silently curse me behind my back, praying to God hoping i will be dead, everynight before you go to bed....

I thank you very much.

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The former, i love you.

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The latter, i killed your mom .

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