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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Im typing this post over the booming sound of my grandmother speaking rather voiciferously into the phone, its a wonder why neither my grandmother nor the person at the other end of the line is deaf yet. i cant understand a thing she's saying anyway, 'cept when she says "wueh lor mai!". which according to my dad, means mother fucker. i have tried, albeit in vain, to understand the complex dialect of hainanese. ( i cant count to ten though!) its a nice windy morning, with some dark clouds looming overhead, casting a dim atmosphere in pasir ris but surprisingly elevating my spirits. Idk how we're gonna play badminton later but we'll see how it goes.

you know the one thing i hate about smsing, is that it lowers ur emotional quotient(eq). ppl can hide behind the mask of those 4 inch super amoled touch screens and talk to others with ease, but when they meet up, they can say fucking squat. hinders ur communication abilites if u ask me.

"In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody,
but unbowed"

fuck the oppresssors. do it your way.