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Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I am back. After a few days. Here's today. I was so damn lucky today because in the morning, Madam Noor was walking around looking for people with long hair, and thank God i didn't get caught. It was one hell of a close shave. And before PE, Ms Cheng was walking around with a comb and scissors, catching those with long har while we waited for our teachers to bring us to the field for soccer. She walked around the area where i was, and caught quite a few of my friends and cut their hair. But damn bloody luckily enough for me, i was not caught. AGAIN. That made it two close shaves for the day. During PE, we found this large, hard, hollow, stupidly decorated ball lying around in the field. We picked up the ball and played soccer with it. The ball was nuts. It was so light then when we placed it on flat ground, it rolled in the direction of the wind. We played soccer with it, and i got hit in the face by Phuay Hao. And then we played volleyball with it. That was fun. As for after school, i went for training, where i sparred with my friend, nearly punching him in the face a few times. Haha. Then our instructor asked us to do 30 crunches and stood on our stomachs after that. Ouch. And then he made us do several push ups. And he made us run round and round the training area, making us change directions whenever he pleased. Tired the shit out of me. After training, i went with my friends to KFC where we sat down for a while to eat. And my friend told us some poem all of a sudden.

I met a man in Madras.
His balls were made of brass.
And when they hit each other,
Sparks flew out his arse.

That was the poem. There were other random retarded riddles. After that, i came home. And i've just finished dinner, so here i am. Concluding. So until next time, here is a video.


something i know you've seen before.

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