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-Name: Henry Tay Han Chung
-Birthdate: 19 October 1990
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-Currently in Singapore Polytechnic, Accounting Course.
-Formly from Damai Secondary and kong hwa school.(pri)
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Saturday, May 30, 2009 { 6:51 PM }

yo...blog agn...before i go to do my tax project.... haha...jus a while ago jus knew something from someone about some issue... u noe... sometimes is the best whereby u say or do something without letting others knew abt it... cus when other actually knew abt it, then the return will be a super bad thingy... while this dun refer to me...but refer to some other... especially one person who have the surname of an animal... always think that she is pretty and sexy....OH.... PLS.... if we call nicely it will be called think too much... if we call in another extreme then it is called BITCH.... better die while eating some sugar form items... and YUP...i am cursing her.... no doubt abt it....

this maybe some ppl dun actually noe.... i long have already have this thinking of not going into the main committee....wanna noe y... haha...not cus of stress or the ability to work a not... is actually going into tat main committee jus make me look low class...wif such main committee... doesn't really know y the last committee will choose them...but heard is cus the other half of the current choose to opt out... and therefore those on the sideline can get in.... u c... this shows wat... this just shows that the current main committee is only make up of only 8-10 ppl who really have the ability to be in the main while others sideline....LOL... and someone... u really think u can be the vice president cus u are good... then better start to think twice first... u are there for a reason which i cannot say....

nvm... dun wanna wish to destroy my feeling over it....
now the joke....Johnny Needs A Bike....

A few months after his parents were divorced, little Johnny passed by his mom's bedroom and saw her rubbing her body and moaning, "I need a man, I need a man!"

Over the next couple of months, he saw her doing this several times.

One day, he came home from school and heard her moaning. When he peeked into her bedroom, he saw a man on top of her.

Little Johnny ran into his room, took off his clothes, threw himself on his bed, started stroking himself, and moaning, "Ohh, I need a bike! I need a bike!"