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You're about to view something that maybe terribly opinionated, about 634 cats are killed in the making of this blog, and 356 hours of PI has been done to credit this blog The insanity level and mundane level is never on par, there would be paramedics of course, if you have a housephone/hp/whichever way you feel it's most comfortable to save your own life. So eat your bibimbap while reading this ingenious blog of mine, it probably makes your stay more bearable.
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the story of the TEETH.

WHAT A SWAY DAY.

  1. this morning i missed my stop down when i was on my way to school. there was this Indian Uncle who helped me talk to the bus uncle.
  2. During P.E * i forgot who* threw the frisbee to hard and broke my tooth. And i was stuck in the Dental Caravan for 3 periods.
  3. There was no one handling my bag! that's very annoying. i mean someone could volunteer to help me TAKE CARE OF IT?!
  4. Luckily Xing Rong helped me take my bag to Mr.Siva for safe-keeping.
    Thanks!=)
  5. I CANNOT EAT HARD THINGS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. That's an ultimate huge meteor crashing into my world annoucing the Nemesis entering. men, i cant eat meat stuff?! like BEEF, CHICKEN CHOP, PORK CHOP!?
i felt like crying during humans class, for those who are close to me, you will understand why i'm sad. it's not because of no one helping to take my bag for me, neither is it because i suffered psychological pains in the Dental Caravan. They numbed my gums, and injected, and that's when i found out anaestics were useless in the first 10 mins.

it's still aching, and i'm planning to have braces on, for the sake of that one tooth, my stomach and the aline-ment *pai seh, dunno how to spell*of my teeth.


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