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He is the one and only Jing ye. Jingye sometimes also goes by the name Hotpieceofshit. Jing ye is 13 in the year 2008 but will be 14 at 0000 22022009. Jingye is currently studying in Victoria school. Yay


what?

A kawaii piece of shitty faggot who's aspiration is to be a banker to earn big bucks, buy a damn car, kill both guinea pigs, and marry a wife as hot as jessica alba.


pretty please

I want Tom Cruise's balls. I also want to kill Nat Ho because he drove Felicia chin's car. I wish that one day, I would be dating a hot girl by the name of Felicia Chin


urgh

I hate drugs. I hate my computer. I hate mr chia. I hate kaderuppan. I hate sanjeev. I hate regan I hate linking people. I HATE ... erm... there's nothing else to hate...


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3 China musketeers...
6:29 AM
Saturday, August 23, 2008

3 china people set on shore to beijing to compete in ping pong.

Maybe not a shore.

Okay the main point is...

Did you see Li Jia Wei crying? In the newspaper?

Wait, wait, give me time to sort out my wonderful english.

And yes, she was crying. Her sullen face reflects upon the loss of her cheap bronze medal. She was so full of hope, hoping to beat other other countries besides china to get her hands on that cheap thingy. But God abhored her fucked up face which was a mere representation of the modern Enning, and made her compete against another fucked up faced china bitch, who was also a represention of the face you get when you squint your eyes too much. Both of them fought hardly... like pussys. One by one gets thrashed by another, and soon , Li Jia Wei had suddenly diverted her thinking to Obama, and did not concentrate on the battle. This was why Li had lost. The reason for her loss is not her skill, its OBAMA! So the moral of the story is, vote for McCain. He is white too.

Besides that hint of racism and oh-so-shitty english, that was quite an essay.

I be truthful now. Li had fought well with her my20000bucksmustnotflyaway attitude and she lasted for... erm... 5 seconds? Literally?

Feng, on the other hand, has more of a face of a failed plastic surgery, but anyone can tell that she is the one with the better skills. Besides, shes damn young. Young enough to be a prostitute. Opps, is she one already?

Anyways, if you read the New Paper, the coach from China said that Feng has the potential to be a world class player. Just like me, i have the potential to be... erm... marry Felicia? OKay thats fucked up random.

If im not wrong, table, tennis, balls is from china right? That explains why China has like gold gold gold gold. Since they are facing an economic crisis, why don't they sell the gold medal for like 5 bucks? I doubt its even real in the first place. And they actually bite it. Taste like kangkong by the looks on their omgsohappy faces.

Overall, Singapore did well, IF ONLY LI JIA WEI HAD CUT HER HAIR BALD. Let me tell you why. Her current hairstlye blends with her face so much that china was motivated to beat the crap out of the ugly.

Does it make sense? Yes it does!

See? I have done some thorough thinking.

Speaking about economy crisis earlier, Usain Bolt from africa can save million of kids, if he sells both his gold medals.

Shit, i forgot they were fake.



Okay enough of the olympics.

Shall talk about choir today.

It all started with an uber cool nice weather.

Fine it was raining.

I almost fell due to the slippery floor, but since im like so agile like Usain Bolt and have godly legs like Michael Pulps, nevermind you dont need to know.

FINE I FELL DOWN. HAPPY?

Ya then we had practice, practice, practice, practice, afternoon practice, afternoon practice followed by a severe headache.

Give me a minute to prepare my wonderful script.

I wasnt einstein. But fuck it. My vision was blurry. I saw Anthana(dunno how to spell) as Hilary Clinton. I saw Cheng Kan as Napolean. Everything was absurd and topsy turvy. There was only a single word to describe my feelings. Fuckingjsabaijsnkjdsajdnjsna. Maybe that wasnt a word, but if i compare it to Lee Hsien Loong's dying father, it is most likely a word.
I touched my head. It was Hot. Yay that is a good thing, but, okay it is not a good thing. I was furious. I saw angels on my laurel. I saw magnolia clouds. I saw a colossal ear. I inevitable saw Buddha. I was in NIRVANA.

Fuck. That just ... sucked.

Okay to sum it up in 5 words, i had an headache.

Aaron was kind enough to let me sit, or else i would be in the hospital now.

Thank you aaron and jason and chengkan and buddha fo making me sleep on the bus after dismissal.

And yea, i recovered by 40 percent.

In the bus.

Anyways, i might be going to wild wild wet this teachers day with 6 people.

OKAY I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO SAY.

SO SHUT UP. BEFORE I THINK YOU LIKE ME.

Yeah thats for tonight.

Goodnight.

Shit headache again.