who cares, let's rock,
#&*@!^$*&(^*$@^&$*^&*!^%&*$%$!!, GAH.
i am in a bad mood, can you tell? and its no thanks to liverpool's humiliating loss to everton. THREE-NIL ok. and to think i sacrificed my sims playing time to watch them play. GAH. and i hate tim cahill. stupid bloody australian who nearly choked gerrard's alonso. i'm surprised that i gerrard didnt fly all the way to goodison park up the field to beat you up. GAH. (by the way, i just realised a few days ago that i've spelt gerrard as gerrad all this while. hahaha.) and poor liverpool no.12. its bad enough to be hit by the ball on the face once, and yet, he kena it twice. i hope it doesnt destroy his handsome face.
speaking of handsome, eh, hahahahahahahahaha, i think peter crouch is actually quite handsome. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i am sorry if you died as a result of reading that statement.
anyway, i celebrated my birthday with rinna, pei shan & martin yesterday! hahahahahahahaha. (if you think that's a bit too late for birthday celebrations, here's some news for you! i have another one lined up after my promos. hee.) so, yeah, we went to kbox and they threw in a surprise birthday cake with an ultraman on it, ok. yayness.
oh, oh, oh! and paul twohill got knocked out of singapore idol. good riddance to bad hair days. =X but bad hair can get you famous very quickly ok. my mom was very excited when she saw singapore idol on the telly. she was like, "EH! they say got one guy the hair cover his eyes one. where, where, where?" me, my brother and my dad had a fun time trying to point out paul to her. i am rooting for jonathan, by the way. he is, what my brother says, "someone that sylvester aspires to be but can never be." hahaha.
i think i am babbling a bit too much, but before i stop, i ask all of you who's reading this to visit mr. brown's website and listen to his last protest island podcast. i nearly died laughing.
btw, i'm in serious deep shit. i didnt revise at all during this hols. oopsieoopsieoops.
cause the party dont stop.
#&*@!^$*&(^*$@^&$*^&*!^%&*$%$!!, GAH.
i am in a bad mood, can you tell? and its no thanks to liverpool's humiliating loss to everton. THREE-NIL ok. and to think i sacrificed my sims playing time to watch them play. GAH. and i hate tim cahill. stupid bloody australian who nearly choked
speaking of handsome, eh, hahahahahahahahaha, i think peter crouch is actually quite handsome. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i am sorry if you died as a result of reading that statement.
anyway, i celebrated my birthday with rinna, pei shan & martin yesterday! hahahahahahahaha. (if you think that's a bit too late for birthday celebrations, here's some news for you! i have another one lined up after my promos. hee.) so, yeah, we went to kbox and they threw in a surprise birthday cake with an ultraman on it, ok. yayness.
oh, oh, oh! and paul twohill got knocked out of singapore idol. good riddance to bad hair days. =X but bad hair can get you famous very quickly ok. my mom was very excited when she saw singapore idol on the telly. she was like, "EH! they say got one guy the hair cover his eyes one. where, where, where?" me, my brother and my dad had a fun time trying to point out paul to her. i am rooting for jonathan, by the way. he is, what my brother says, "someone that sylvester aspires to be but can never be." hahaha.
i think i am babbling a bit too much, but before i stop, i ask all of you who's reading this to visit mr. brown's website and listen to his last protest island podcast. i nearly died laughing.
btw, i'm in serious deep shit. i didnt revise at all during this hols. oopsieoopsieoops.
cause the party dont stop.
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