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Sunday, January 28, 2007
the egg.

hello.

ok, this entry might be a little explicit. so i must apologise in advance. do excuse my french ya.

firstly, singapore won!! woohoo!! 1-1 then 5-4 for penalty. i watched the whole match ok. heh.

after the last penalty kick, while i was shouting that singapore wins, i heard like a crashing sound. my dad actually went to check his room but he said there's nothing. since the break-in thingy, my family is like a bit paranoid. so like half an hour later, after helping mak in the kitchen, oh and she's cooking for a relative tmr, i went to my room to take lotion.

then i feel like something sticky and i saw eggs. broken eggs. immediately i went out and dad and uncle came into my room. kau!! there's 2 eggs lah eh. those guys must be strong la. immediately my dad went to change his clothes then ask me to follow him to the void deck. according to him, after the 'crashing' sound, he saw few kids running. and he suspected it was them. went to find them but to no avail. haiz.

reached home and starts wiping the mess. the cupboard and the floor. i guess those arsehole must be laughing when they see me panjat the chair to wipe the cupboard. retarded arseholes. they better watch out. i just drank milk and that means i will have more calcium and my bones will become stronger. and i will be going gym soon. they just watch out. these kind of kids are fcukers. i wonder why they didn't die in their mum's womb. haiyo.

and multiply is another crap. make me more angry. double angry in fact. haiyo. nvm,

ok. gdbye.


12:13 AM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!