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Monday, March 24, 2008 8:29 PM
Well, ain't got no time to post,
but now, i'm the emcee here to host.
reminisce last Saturday,
that was really a tiring day.
Ling could've not runnin'round the whole Singapore with me, but she insist,
and she told me, "it's ok dear, let's do it together..." with a Smily Face.
we went to more than 8 Popular Bookstores which is separated in different places,
well, there isn't any stores that is close to each other within inches.
ok, back to the story,
where was i? alright, 'inches'.
we went to get some posters, for the up coming investiture,
but we only managed to get 4 of'em, so i msg the teacher,
she replied many thing, its more than pages,
then we went to hav our dinner, when i realised i was still sick like, cough.
on the way we goin to those stores, we've done many good deeds,
on the train we saw a salesman with a big hole on his pants,
where was the hole at? i dun hav2 tell you, oh~ps~~
Ling ask me to tell him in case he embarrassed himself in the public, so i did,
but i didn expect him to Repeat after me, "There's a hole on my pants?" loudly.
that wasn't my intention, its like i was dissing,
but he did say a "thank you" after i told him,
i gotta thank Ling, for helpin me confess my sin,
if it wasn't for her, i wouln't have help him.
story 2, take 1,
err...we can only do it once,
so, the 'take 1' is just rubbish.
i remembered there was an old lady at the MRT station,
she was asking'bout location, or some call it the 'direction'.
Ling answered her when she saw her was with a shopping bag which was full of...Stuffs?
and there was no one to help her, that was harsh.
But Ling wasn't one of'em, she carried those stuffs for her,
and of coz, i won't jus stand there doing nth, i was the support of her.
she didn forget to thank us,
but almost forgot to get back her stuffs.
once again, my sin was confessed,
all the credits goes to Ling, she's the Best.
For all those who don't like Ling very much,
i think you gotta change the way you're thinking before End of March.
she is a good girl, you just don't understand her,
i ain't at either side of you, i'm in the middle,
revealing the kindest girl ever,
when i'm coughin non-stop right here.
that'll be the story....







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