Even if I were to turn on the pc, I wouldn't know what to write. Everything I type comes out distorted.
Mom says I should submit an article to the news. She says that I shouldn't let my language go to waste. How am I to submit an article when anything that comes out of me instantly becomes shit?
Shit, I'm gonna write this entry in my usual distorted fashion.


My very vain and very noisy Mika.
And here's what I found on my way home after a practical lesson at Bt. Merah.


My future car.. it's definately gonna happen.
A "pantang" taxi driver on my way to school..

Pandan leaves. Rumoured to ward off evil spirits.
Well, there's nothing more that I can report(thus the picture gallery post), will leave you guys with this thought..

*have I or have I not posted this picture before? hm...*
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