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Basically, its eleven, thirty-five p.m, according to my clock.
Twenty-five more minutes to twelve and its boyfriend's birthday.
Im making sure he stays up at night to talked on the phone with me, thats the least thing i could do, to make him happy. Actually he planned to escape from work to meet me up today, but his sir wouldn't let him to. Said he can visit the doctor at his work place. And he was suppose to stayyed at his camp there, but he talked it out with his doctor and everything went well.

"Waiter! There's a dead fly in my soup!"
"Im sorry, Sir. I didnt have time to give it swimming lesson."

I was blog hopping, a minutes ago. And i found some posts about racist, critiques and some other rude stuffs. Sometimes i really wonder, 'what are you? Miss oh-so-perfect?' Look, no one is perfect in this world. If they wanna start saying 'i love you' twenty four hour. So what, let it be.
Said you wanna start to puke, cause the boyfriend is ugly while the girl is pretty. Its their own problem, miss K P O. And telling people that they're so fat, ugly, and their skins are so dark, is soo racist. If you wanna be some kind of a racist type, i suggest, you packed your stuff and leave Singapore. We live in this country, we'll have to accept people for who they are. Unlike you people, selfish mean.