ello,my name is joshua.i carry an ectoplasmic look during class,my friends call it dao-ness.it's actually called a face.if ur grades sux,then we have alot in common. school:tampenis put on diapers at 2/3/1994 wants: a miracle to happen.good grades(who am kidding)

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Tuesday.sungai buloh was okay.satisfied that i managed to keep my shoes in a relatively clean condition.walked alot,tok alot.then saw stuff we dint need to see,and touched stuff we dint want to touch.then by the time we got back to schl,bout 5 plus le.then all the toilets teeming with sweat covered bodies of cadets.excretion sia.then seeing the floor soiled with dirt and grime,ah heck,dint wanna change there,so me n mark go the 2nd floor girls toilet change.ey,no girls wad.then aftr tat go home.slacked awhile then go gym.was bout 7 plus lidat?y'noe i tell u ah,go gym that time,whatever psychological sense of identity you have of yourself really takes a beating.you go in like"imma go in there and beat those fuckers!hahaha!" then by the time you leave,its just"fuckers!waaa!"all i'm saying is tat sometimes it can be really demoralizing to see those mesomorphic,steroid eating freaks.i mean their muscle is like,they have an overdose of testosterone or something.makes you feel small.anw after gym left for home,on the way stopped by the tm basement,cus wanted to buy the chicken the thing.shop closed liao.shit.then go home.

later going out with amos n wee siang.hopefully.i seriously need to go out after the step program la.evryday at home sian eh.knn.then nxt week got the ncc unit camp.FUCK la.i cfm ponning the 1st day.kns they say hair long they cut 4 u. cb u siao ah.pek chek...then the ho lian shi oso going i think.that shiny face woman go,the camp sure sian one.

hmm...recently something got me thinking,what occupation should i take up nxt time.someone suggested journalism.that thought's been stuck in my head awhile now.it might be interesting,journalism.get to travel alot.visit nice places like paris,france,rome, the works.suddenly thats not such a bad prospect.only thing is may need to exercise alittle self control on my impulses to use profanities in the articles i write.the pay might start off alittle measly but as it progresses i'll gain some recognition,then my opinion will actually matter.of course that's in a much much later stage in life.here's alittle philosphy about life to chew on.in life,we exchange our time for money.thats called living.then as we grow older,we exchange our money for time.thats called dying.as sickness and disease kicks in,our body degenerates and we slowly become a part of something.thats something is called history.when we come to pass,whether we are remmebered for something,or forgotten for everthing,thats up to us to decide.ey,thats not bad for crapping something up on the spot.well at least its true.cus when we're dead,on the tombstone,its not the two dates that matters.its that little dash in the middle.that dash represents well,the journey.the dates are merely the starting and the ending.so....well do something to make that little dash matter.WOW i'm touchy today.eh wadever,going out now.stay tuned in case i feel like ranting about more bullshit later.byee~

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