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about me.
-Name: Henry Tay Han Chung
-Birthdate: 19 October 1990
-Tayhc@live.com
-a member of the SPBP Mentoring family:)
-Currently in Singapore Polytechnic, Accounting Course.
-Formly from Damai Secondary and kong hwa school.(pri)
-I am different from what you think actually.


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Wednesday, September 3, 2008 { 8:14 PM }

this few days the posting may be a little hey-wire...for those who will look at the time of the post...there sld be no problem...for the sake of ppl like yuqi i change my daily posting time...cus everytime when i post it is already past the midnight mark...ya...so for ppl who dun look at the posting time of mine, they will think tat the event happen on tat particular day instead of the previous day....

haha...ok...today have my hair re-coloured...omg...got three different colour on my hair...red,copper and black...but mainly is red...haha...look at the pics below to c ba...haha...





haha...how is it???haha....if have any comments say it in the shoutbox ba...good and bad comments are all welcome...

before ending the post wif a joke...jus wanna say something to her... during these three weeks, i realise that i love even more than usual le...at the begining u are my angel but now u r my guardian angel instaed of a normal angel tat will make me really happy and enable me to look forward...a person said before human always 不见棺材不
流泪...for the sake of jamie...will explain...it means human always dun wake up from their mistake unless they have a setback on that particular things...it's true cus i am one of them...now i finally wake up from my mistake...but i dunno whether is it already too late for me....this qns will leave for her to ans ba...

now the joke...Recognizing George

A man died in a horrible fire. The mortician thought it was George, but the body was so badly burned that somebody would need to make a positive identification. That task fell to George's two friends, Joe and Al.
Joe: "He's burnt pretty bad, all right. Roll him over."
Joe looked at the dead man's buttocks and said, "Nope, that ain't George."
Thinking the incident strange, the mortician straightened up the body and said nothing.
He brought in Al. Al: "Wow, he's burnt to a crisp. Roll him over." Again, "Nope, that ain't George."
Mortician: "How can you tell?"
Al: "George had two assholes."
Mortician: "What? How could he have two assholes?"
Al: "Everybody knew George had two assholes. Whenever the three of us would go into town you'd hear people say, "Here comes George with those two assholes!"