MY WALLET FUCKING MAGICIAN.
MAKE ALL MY MONEY DISAPPEAR.

CHEEBYE IMBA.

liverpool wallet, son of david copperfield.

.TED says:
yea
.TED says:
his mother pregnant
.TED says:
then i put a miniature guitar in her pussy
.TED says:
PLAY YOU MOTHER FUCKING SHIT
.TED says:
whenever i don't hear music
.TED says:
i punch her stomach


wow the stuff I talk about.

1. fill a mug with a can of red bull original
2. fill a shotglass with jagermeister
3. drop shotglass into mug
4. chug mixture immediately

one jagerbomb : SHIOK AH.
two jagerbomb: SUPER SHIOK AH.
three jagerbomb: SIBEI SHIOK AHHH!

bet small win small
bet big win big
bet one mother... WIN TWO MOTHER.
LAI AH LAI AH.

QQ rejection QQ

I was rejected on a date that I so yearned for...
a date with...
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.
.
.
Marc Lim

/cry
/tear
/suicide

this is how I got rejected.

.TED says:
eh marc
.TED says:
fall out boy having concert
.TED says:
want to go with me =D?

(after 5 mins)

Marc-.~ says:
lol, i going with old classmates i think
.TED says:
CCB ABANDON ME
.TED says:
ok fine...

(thus I tried a 2nd time to get a date with Marc)

.TED says:
eh marc
Marc-.~ says:
?
.TED says:
can i go with you and your friends and relive the days we sat together while you sang "sugar we're going down"
Marc-.~ says:
u cant be serious O_o
.TED says:
you're right
.TED says:
it wasn't "sugar we're going down" it was "dance dance"

I could infer that he wasn't the tiniest bit interested... oh well...

So today was 1st mass PE day. I died multiple times.
Stamina so shit.
Stomach so fat.
Lungs so heavy.
No more bakchor mee for you fatboy.

So I got off 153 and walked towards the usual alleyway that I go through every single day. Not more than 20 metres behind me is some cheena worker cyclist who stays in this block of rental apartments for foreign workers located along the alleyway. In the middle of the alleyway was another cheena worker. I was walking towards the end when I heared sniggering through my plugged-in earpieces...

OH SHIT THEY'RE GONNA ROB ME.

Feeling a sense of panic, my brain began to think of what could be the most suitable weapon my bag carried at the moment.
The answer came up as..
1. My GC
2. My smelly PE shirt
3. Physics promo paper (maybe my shit marks can scare them into repentance)

I quickly spun round, more or less (probably less) prepared to meet my foes in MORTAL KOMBAT.

Then I noticed what they were laughing at.
My shitty spoilt school shoes which I told everyone I picked up from the dumpster because I was emulating the Pao Ba Hai Zhi (Homerun) boy.

Oh well time to buy new shoes.