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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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Saturday, October 11, 2008 { 11:18 PM }

Where will I be five years from now? I delight in not knowing.

haiz....school is starting... feeling still ok la...but is only need to start to open books again...jus boring man...receive news tat jay album release will be postpone to next wed...was like...lol...the reason the music company give is tat because the pre-order amount at 1 oct have already beat the pre-order amount of the last album...so as to thanks the buyer, they decided to add a new gift in it..which is a joker poker card...like lol...

haiz...something i jus dun understand in the past...haha now i know le...u c...this world is so beautiful but y is human heart so ugly...haha...wat a deep qns...now i know the ans to it but haha...the consequence tat i got was really high...haiz........

now for the joke...Smart Thinking...
A man in the Florida supermarket tries to buy half a head of lettuce.

The very young produce assistant tells him that they sell only whole heads of lettuce. The man persists and asks to see the manager. The boy says he'll ask his manager about it.

Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager, "Some asshole wants to buy half a head of lettuce."

As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standingright behind him, so he added, "And this gentleman has kindly offered to buy the other half."

The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his way.

Later the manager said to the boy, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son?"

"Canada, sir," the boy replied.

"Well, why did you leave Canada?" the manager asked.

The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but whores and hockey players up there."

"Really?" said the manager. "My wife is from Canada."

"No sh*t?" replied the boy. "Who'd she play for?"