
Hey hey. Harvest youth church will be organizing games competition this coming end of the year. I'm in the black team, sounds really dark and emotional, heck who cares, I'm only there to win. Anyways that's not the point. The main thing is I want you shit holes to participate and have fun altogether rather than stoning through year end holiday alright. It'll be fun, trust me. Don't be such an anti-social by isolating yourself from all the excitement. Get your butts kicking by joining this event, okay?
So Whit Ni did shed a bit of tears here and there last night. We forgot her bucket, damn it. Who cares, she had her final moments with Jon Yee. Separations are never easy. I hugged her and the last thing I saw was her happy broad smiling face. Sweet.
Eh, my previous post ain't anything important or emotional regarding my life okay. Don't worry. I assumed and it was all my mistake. I'm perfectly fine now. (Angel, don't worry already okay) Except now I have an awful blister right up to my mouth. Darn it.
I had my embarrassing moment today. Bryan was telling me about spaghetti, to identify whether it's fully cooked or not, you gotta peel a small portion from one string of noodle and slammed it onto the wall. If it sticks then hell yeah it's cooked. So I wet and squashed a ball of tissue into my palm. I was aiming at the seat next to bryan since he was right opposite me. DANG. I aimed too far and it hit the guy at the back of Bryan. Piakk! OMFGROFL. He turned, cockstared me for a micro second or so and I apologized. (X (X Bryan did too. Idk why.
Love is pretty ugly. Period.
rawr!
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