Grace's LONG Day Out...

yesterday..!!

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i woke up at 7. 56 am.

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cause i'm meeting jasmine at 10 am.

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she's gonna accompany me to city plaza forrrr...

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MY lashes extension~!

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after i've done my lashes.

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i was ready to go off with jas to meet yh.

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Buttttt~! WAITTTTT~!!!

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i saw people outside doing their extensions

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and i was like so super uber wanted to get mine too!!!

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mine was braided on..

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anyway.. this girl who did my hair extensions was really good..

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she's uber fast, skillful and friendly too.

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highly recommended i would say.

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however for the lashes extension...

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i didn't have a very good experience.

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it was uber painful

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and causes irritation in my eyes.

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the other girl who did my lashes was chor lor and clumsy...

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what can i say.

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Highly NOT recommended.

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after making the payment of $95 for both services..

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we went down to eat at Aston.

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Then, it's . . . Ben and Jerry's TIME~!

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ICE CREAM FOR DESSERT

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My New HairBand..

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just wanna hao lian only..
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Oh MY God.. * faint*
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Readers : " HEY! SHOW US YOUR LASHES EXTENSIONS!! MISER! "

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Grace : " M..MISER?!.. FINE...! YOU wanna see huh?! "

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Commercialised Or Not?

hi.. just having some thoughts to share with all.

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i've been commented on me and my " commercialised " blog.

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in case anyone of you think that

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Grace's Blog is so full of commercialisation.

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hello ? * knock knock *

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i don't even earn through blogging.

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how " commercialised " can i possibly get?

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those people think that my entries are mostly just trying to hit the quota of my

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" readers' satisfaction"

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which means that i do not blog for myself but just for the sake of entertaining the readers .

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mmm.

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i don't get it.

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aren't blogs supposed to be entertaining ?

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Do all entertaining blogs ultimately promote commercialism?

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why would i try so hard just to please my readers.

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not as if they'll buy me a car

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or bless me with a happy marriage with an active sex life.

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moreover, i believe most of my readers are the friends around me

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and i know they would drop frequent visits to my blog.

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so what's the point of me blogging " commercially " ?

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*Dang~!*

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call me a freak or sicko if you like. * if you dare, i'll lock you outta my blog *

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i get uber entertained by my own blog.

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everyday if i've got nothing better to do.

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i'll just open up

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graciexx.blogspot.com <<< i don't know why i'll link this up too.

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and start reading my own posts over and over again.

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i may not be good at blogging.

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i just have this passion for blogging...

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isn't that what all it takes?

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and everytime after i've published a post.

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i'll be dying to publish another one.

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but i've just got nothing else to blog ! * gua gua~ *

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alright. lets just find an ultimate solution to this.

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and get this matter settled once and for all.

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if you really hate commercialism so much

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and my blog happen to be under your

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" you-have-a-fucking-commercialised-blog " list

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then so be it..

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it's fine with me.. (because i think it's just pure jealousy)

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TO YOU...

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i'm just promoting "commercialism" not communism

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i've got no reasons or INTERESTS

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to force you to stay on this bloody "commercialised" blog...

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so just gently close the window and curse me behind my back.

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i don't mind.

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but just take note backstabbers go to hell and

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all your boyfriends will hit on your best friends..

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lalalalalala~~

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ya ya ya. . .

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go ahead go ahead..

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continue thinking what a fiendish bitch i am...

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so what?

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can you do a better job than me..

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and yes, you're right.

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i am so mean.

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and yes, i am the kind of bitch who would dig your wound with my fingers nails, tie you under a burette and titrate lemon juice on it.

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Sodomitical

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Modelling has become the latest fad in this new era.

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just the thought of all the fame and monetary benefits

triggers off lil dreams of young minds.

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some were driven to desperation

and try all sorts of crap just to make it work.

while some are just simply. . . lucky i would say .

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but this guy just simple love to complain and whine about his luck.

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so if you're a freaking despo.

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then kick him in his balls if you see him.

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however

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i must say that modelling is a complicated circle to enter.

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with lots of politics

and comparison of dick sizes involved

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it's definitely more than just posing , posing and posing.

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they must have lot of sodomizing going on too..

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* Dang ~! *

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isn't it pretty common for people to think that

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male models copulate one another

during break between photoshoots ??

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alright. or maybe it's just me..

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anyway. to protect the image of hk in many girls' mind (if there is any)

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i shall not pose his photos with weird and funny poses.

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i shall just keep them to myself

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and take them out whenever i need a good laugh *gua gua~*

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however no worries.

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To me

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good things are NEVER meant to be shared

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but funny stuff are.

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Taa- DAa~~ !

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Market Can Be Quite Fun Too !!

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today i went to the market with my mommy.

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It's like uber crowded in the morning !
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but i like the scene.
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*taking photos like an alien from Venus*
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There isn't much semi-wet markets left in many neighbourhoods now.
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so you should also follow your mommy or granny
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to the market some day too..!
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oki.. this was not the auntie who said RED carrots

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but there was indeed an auntie who walked past me and said that. . .

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in case some idiots don't get it.

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" RED carrots " is the direct translation of Chinese " 红萝卜"

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mmm..

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i was just bored.

pardon me for my lame-ness.

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on the way home

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mommy saw her friend and chatted while walking.

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i'm her photographer for the day.

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enjoy.. and don't forget to show some love to your mommy

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don't always neglect her.

Look Out For Me Traffic Police !!!

oh MY god...

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you're so not gonna believe this.

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Note : This is a self-edited photo. Please ask for permission before using it.

Daddy has bought us a . . . C..

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condom? no.

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c . . .cha-cha Dance-Along-With-Me DVD ? no.

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char kway tiao? NO.

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its a CAR~!

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oh ya.. give me the * laaaaaa* music pls

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* lying on piles of fallen blossom petals,

moving my limbs up and down,

forming beautiful " blossom angels " *

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Practically EVERYONE is prompting me to get my licence~!

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i can drive next year !

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mommy even suggests that we do up our new car with

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Hello Kitty accessories

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the steering wheel, the front mirror, the handbrake, the seats,

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the tissue box holder, the seat belts...yada yada...

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ALL HELLO KITTY~! ^^

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See.... i've even planned who sits where in my car.

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actu...

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Hot-Guy is supposed to sit on my lap..

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but it's too dangerous to drive like that.

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so i placed him diagonally across me

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so that i can flirt with him through my front mirror.

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*gua gua~ *

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i'm getting so excited now.

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try to get into my good books

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and i will consider driving you to enjoy some sophisticated fine dining session with me.

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however...

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your treat.. * Dang~!*

YOUR BLOGGER IS ANGRY

Dear All..

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look on the right side of your screen

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just below the tag board.

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saw that advertisement?

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please don't click.

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it's like some despicable motherfuckers signed up for that ad using my URL..

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and must be laughing behind his/her computer screen.

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with money rolling into his/her pocket.

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FUCK YOU..

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you'll remain impotent for the rest of your life

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and all you can do is stare down at your rotten dick and cry.

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and look at your wife having an affair outside..

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bringing home different men with bigger dicks than the previous one each time !!

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i'm so freakin pissed by those disgusting leeches that i feel like closing down my blog.

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Impromptu Press Conference

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oki..

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now stop asking me the same question for like 5032 times.

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hk's my f-r-i-e-n-d .

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alrite. a pretty close one i would sae.

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not boyfriend or whatsoever you can name.

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ppl sae: " but he's like holding on to you lehhh "

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Grace : " i held a blind by his hands and cross the road today..."

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" Does this make him my fiance? I hope not. "

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alrite.. clarification done.

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Children's Day Arent For Children Only

Happy Children's Day NaNa..!!

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Congrats! You've Survived Another Year Despite My Prolonged Bullying.

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it suddenly struck me that today is Children's Day when Nana came bugging me for present.

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oh god.

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its been uber long since someone treated me like a real kid.

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except when my mom tries telling me stuff like

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" Ah Grace ar.. How old do you think you are?! you're still a kid..!! stop spending like there's no tml ! "

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well.. at least i don wet my bed anymore..

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Hey..

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leakage during monthly periods are EXCEPTIONS . . .

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*hides behind the curtain*

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ok..

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then i remembered this freakish-ly childish friend of mine.

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he does not commit childish acts occasionally like on Children's Day only.

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it's like part of his daily life.

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What..~??

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don't look at me like that.

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he started it.

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i had to put in some effort to overcome the communication barrier isnt it..

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anyway.

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he's 19 for your information..

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i am 17. . i could still be pardoned.

Announcement

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oki...

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stop making my life difficult .

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i've loaded those photos on my friendster.

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go grab them.

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stop whining.

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or i will paint on ur face in the photos.

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Do It Yourself Too~!

Class . . .

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Today i'm gonna teach you how to paint ur own polka dotties nails~

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*push up my specs *

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First u have to. . . * ER HEM*

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YOU~! *point rite out to YOU*

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stop fidgeting and pay attention !!

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and You~! close all those porno pop-ups!

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Hey YOU YOU YOU!! LOOK HERE. u Armpit-Digging-Freak !!

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alrite lets carry on with the lesson.

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Prepare lots of different colors nail polish

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well.. not neccessary alot.

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jus UR type of colors will do.

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Start off with ur Base coat..

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and ur base color.

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and lastly ur polka dots.

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jus dot them with the brush.

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its tougher den u tink it is.

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it requires lots of practice
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if i can do it ,

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YOU CAN DO IT TOO! ^^
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REMEMBER~!

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its impt to put on the "toe seperator" <<< *self-invented term*
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so that the nail polish doesnt smudge

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and let ALL ur efforts go down the drain..

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TAA-DaaAAA~!!!!

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u've got ur pretty lil nails..

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oki.. i admit i wasnt too serious about teaching..

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jus wanna hao lian onli.

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if u realli wanna know u can ask me.

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but i doubt so.

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Bye Bye