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Monday, April 28, 2008


Please remind me to not skip any lectures or tutorials next semester.
And study at least 3 hours daily.
*pulls my hair off*

I tripped on the staircase last night in front of two people.
It was so embarrassing I wanted to dive over the railing to escape from the 2 witnesses.
But I remembered that I have reached the cap for claims from insurance for medical bills.
Heng, I stopped myself in time.

I consoled myself immediately after falling down that nobody will remember that I fell down.
The brain's memory storage is not that expandable to save this kind of nonsensical memory.
Only important relevant information will be imprinted into the brain;
for example, if ur dog, nancy, happens to drink windshield washing liquid, the antidote is alcohol

("your dog" because I don't think humans will "happen to" drink windshield washing liquid)
("nancy" because any dog that drinks windshield washing liquid has to have a gay name as such)

Anyway, ya, I bet the two witnesses and myself will forget that I once tripped and fell on the staircase....................... in seven years' time.

And I will not forget this embarrassing incident because I decided to blog it and keep it in the annals of qianwen's clumsy acts.
Smart.

But then again, some things can't be forgotten because people don't stop harping about it.
Just like how when Stacey introduces me to her friends, she has to tell the story about how I sprained my ankle when I was playing soccer and nobody noticed it because the ball was at the other end of the court.
I tripped on the grass ok! Stop judging me.

Gerry is not talking to me anymore.
Somebody shake her leh.

♥Bid Farewell

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