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Tuesday, August 21, 2007
allowed entry at 10:06 pm

I abhor people who contradict themselves.
Period.

OMG I stared at the screen for 5 minutes with my half-closed eyes, not knowing what to write about.

Kay I shall talk about my NAPFA test then.
NO, it's NOT NAPHA or NAFA, you morons.
NAPFA stands for "National Physical Fitness Award."
Get it right, cause it was getting on my bloody nerves.
NAPHA means something else, like the "NAPHA Horse Improvement Program".
And NAFA is the "Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts" you dumb dumbs.
Just needed to get that off of my chest. HEH

So yeah, the NAPFA test.
It started out rocky, with people getting pissed off and wanting to just walk out.
But a nice and concerned teacher whom I've never laid my sorry eyes upon during my school life, took us in.
After probably 7 months of not running, being a couch potato and worse still, eating like a pig, my body aches like mother fucking hell.
And I don't think I'm going to school tomorrow. HOHO.
I got position number 137 out of the 200 odd that turned up for the run.
BEFORE YOU START LAUGHING LIKE A HYENA,
lemme tell you that the girls ran together with the guys, which explains my pathetic position.
Bloody hell.
Told myself not to stop running, but my sorry ass body just HAD to disobey me.
I found myself stopping and walking for a couple of meters 5 times.
I was pissed off with myself lah please.
LIKE %#*$^|'{;/<.:"\%^)$\%@(!_=+{
To think that I was a runner when I was younger.
GOD DAMMIT.

I'm boring you, aren't I?
Then go away lah bodoh XD
Apparently someone said that he likes reading my posts, cause my life is "happening".
Like, O.o
I couldn't agree more.
LOL kidding.
I don't write the shit that happens pre, prior to, post and during those moments.
Most are kept locked up and safe inside my mind.
OMG Spongebob's scene with Patrick just flashed across my mind.
The episode where Spongebob keeps on winning trophies and Patrick wanted to be like Spongebob, and then Patrick copied every single one of Spongebob's movements, and then Spongebob thought "at least I'm safe inside my mind", and then Patrick also thought "at least I'm safe inside my mind.
And oh my god, I just wasted 10 seconds of your life making you read that shit I just typed out.

I'm gonna go study for the TPS mock test now.
So long, bloody fool.
OHOHO
I have no idea why I just called you that.
Sorry. HAH



THIS PICTURE IS CANDID.
Don't run your mouth and get me pissed off, please.