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At the stroke of 7.59pm, 12th april 1992,
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and now he towering at 1.68cm and weighing 48kg is currently studying in nyp taking kickboxing.


Thursday, September 3, 2009 ; 1:17 AM

Thought it would be a boring day but................................

Today I woke up at around 11.40+. Then I waited for Yong xiang message. I went to YCK station waited for him. Then we headed to Bugis, where he wanted to cut his fucking hair which made him look good. As he was cutting his hair, I decide to travel and search for bands shirt, but Bugis’s quality seriously sucked. So I went to the Crashpad to finish off the sins. Then suddenly a fucking Indian Bangla came up to me and asked me for direction to Farrer Park. I told him the way. Then he asked me whether he could seat beside me. I immediately said yes without fucking thinking. While seating beside he started telling things about like I being lazy, not studying, no friends, have a lot of problems and spendthrift. And he asked me whether I believed in god or astrology. I AM A BLOODY ATHIEST. (The whole conversation was in Tamil and my broken weak Tamil and English).

‘’Do you want my power?’’ he asked.

‘’WHAT THE FUCK? Now he thinks his criss angel, David copperfield’’ i thought

He tried to give this weird copperish metal hook thingy, he asked me to put that thing (containing the power inside my Wallet) I fucking refused. As we speaking, his phone rang. The stared at the bangle at the opposite side and both of them seems to be talking through the Phone. At that Bloody moment I knew this was a scammed. So I slowly packed my stuff. After the call ended, he asked me for fucking donation. I told him I got no money. Then which much talking we left the place giving me his phone number, telling me that if anyone in the family, relatives of friends need help in life or astrology. He would help and his gonna be in Singapore for 15 days.

--I FUCKING SWEAR I‘M GONNA FUCKING PRANK CALL THAT BASTARD ONE OF THIS DAYS==

After that I called caleb and told him to meet up. I told the whole shit that i nearly got robbed/Scammed. After we bought chocolates and drinks and when to jurong to slack and walk to bukit batok and finally went back home.