today is 17... tmr is her b'day. present = non-existant gah. got a week to think it over... exotic presents.... some weird weird stuff.

today zheng yong was lost at serangoon north ave 1. while we were at ave 4. so morning... more of like 11-12 noon sun, run 2.4... then err. empty stomach.. easier. then did our design thingy... we settled for the wooden table, + ppl head and srcikman body.

reading this article in a chi bk... then they say chasing idols... are for dumbo. [many ppl will tear this bk]

wah mouth got 3 ulcer... tmd. drop the bottle, bend down to pick it. the empty bottle plastic one can bounce up. hit the mouth. then drop then hit again... tmd damn pain.. 3 ulcer.... wth...

then the dumbo dumbo msn go kick me out for three time. take like 15 min to sign in.... then by tat time ah ma want to sleep le.... her poor minggy suffered under her friends... girls sch is scary.... i dun wanna know how they survive one.

re-reading PS i luv u. somewat nice book. okay lah... i gonna be ab-sub normal for this following week.

ah ma said this:
...you everytime kna the suay things horh ._.

yar lah. my luck can compare to the guy in the tv show during this aftnoon.
-gamble god 2002.
abt this guy, whose ancestors bones burried under some toilet. then his luck is damn suay all the time...

now i'm suspicious abt my ancestors bones.... seriously... where are they. the real bones. like the one is the grave is got real lah... that is only father's father only. maternal side all like "unknown" a bit root-less. actually thats a good thing. the tombstone maintainance fee $50 annually no need give... haiz..

sleep.