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8 July's my day.

50% Peranakan, 50% Cheena.
This 100% of me is made up of wonderful family and the loveliest friends, naive dreams, craziest jokes, countless unglamourous moments and definitely the liking for purple. Ultimate loves are ben& jerry's, pretty daisies, yummy eats, long bus-rides, juicy gossip and late nights out with the girlfriends(L). Mark my words, I'm gonna be a big thing some day.



Yakkity yakkity yak.
Tuesday, February 24

DOWN WITH SHIIII-KKKEEAAANNN POX.
urgh I can't believe this.
pokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpokpok.

k nehhhhhmind.

I look hideous

I feel floppy.
I won't be able to eat anything but plain porridge for the next few days.
I'd have to stay away from seafood for the next month if I still want my face.
I shouldn't scratch my pox no matter how bad they itch.
some Martian friend of The Mother terrorizes her telling her I shouldn't even bathe or wash my face for the next hundred days. what nonsense.


'd be absent from school for at least a week.
idk how I'm gonna catch up with all those tests so yeah I guess I'm a goner.
Oh, joy.
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this sucks.

if anyone wants to get infected, do come and visit and I promise you a big fat hug.

hurhur
kay gtg eat my delicious plain porridge alr
I know you'd be jealous.