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♥ Sunday, March 1, 2009
9:07 PM

Sorry to disappoint you paedophiles. (Please, don't take it so seriously!) I've no pictures for you to admire. I've one, but i look so fugly, i think right, someone will vomit. Or i would. If it was someone else. Well, no because i haven't vomited since 613786193 years ago.

First service really was a wake-up call to obey God's commands before it's too late. Thank you God.

After that had lunch with parents' friends. Funny cause i got a fake moustache from a vending machine. Those bally ones. So cool right.

Choir was so late, half an hour. Ugh, i think dad went the wrong long way and when i zoomed into the room, everyone was doing the singing exercises already lorh! I think i distracted them and they went into a wrong tune. Mrs. W said, "Wah, because Nicole just came in, you all became silly." LOL? Nicole and Cass was laughing ley! We survived, or rather i, the sight singing which i really hate. Maybe it's because i really don't know how to read solfege and is not as PRO as CAss and Nicole, who are like young music prodigies. (Jeers at them)

The 10 minute recess, was hilarious because i brought out my moustache! I wanted to shock them so i went to a side to put it on, then i told them to wait by kicking my leg back to block them and guess what? I hit Nicole! And cass was laughing. We played with it outside, i stole Cass's and Nic's food. Whee.
I'm food stealer. Good Good.

Something funny also happened. Wait ah, i rewind my brain cassette. (Zzz Zzz ZZZ.) Oh no my cassette burst.
Huh, cassette's can't burst, stupid.
Ohhhh. It's actually wheeling out all the tape. Hmm, never mind. I will just throw them away and show you only that part. Tra la la la.

Here you go;
Once upon a time, there were this two girls named Nicole and Nicole. It was very hard to differentiate them as they both shared the same names. When someone called out to them, both of them will turn and answer when only one was called. People got irritated so easily that they called on King Lauren-ce and Queen Cassie. They instructed this special head-prefect girl to go get a vending machine for one nicole. Head prefect went to do so and gave to the nicoles. Both nicoles wanted the vending machine but there was only one capsule. So they scissor paper stone and in the end the older nicole got it. She didn't know what was it but was deepy curious so she inserted a magic dollar and out came the capsule. It popped open, revealing a shiny and glossy
moustache. She took it with awe and stuck onto her forehead. The other nicole looked at her and said, " Now, we know which nicole is which!" So, the two nicoles lived happily with the people too, relieved that one of them had a moustache on her head.
The end.

Okay honestly, because of the stupid cassette, everything's jumbled up. Oh well. It's most of it.

After choir, went for Swenson's, which suck and i don't want to talk more about.

Adieu,
i have lots of brainstorming to do for my love story.