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28 January 2008
Childhood was the bestest. Had a nice time talking about it with joch just now. and it reminded me of "totally carl", the funniest little boy and the stupid things that happens to me
-getting stuck in toiletbowl
-getting thrown in genting
-my head stuck in between the bed railings thingy
-thinking mr bean was a horror movie and many many other things.
afternoon was as usual dedicated to stephchng and joch came in, so we sort of "studied"(:
everyday's the same routine,
22:10
