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BASIL OSWARD.
akA. XIAObianKING.[chingee]
akA. EMPEROR.[johnson's cell]
akA. GAYER.[felicia&karen]
NANYANG POLY
FAITH_PLUCKER@MSN.COM
HATES VEGETABLES.
LOVES MEAT.
GIVE ME AN INCH, I'LL GIVE YOU A MILE. :))

biography.
ONCE A JOKER,
NOW A JOKE.
HOLDS AN EMPIRE,
WHAT'S IN THE BOWL?

How to make a Basil Osward
Ingredients:
5 parts competetiveness
3 parts brilliance
5 parts energy
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add wisdom to taste! Do not overindulge!

Username:

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com


tagboard.

ShoutMix chat widget
escapes.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006. 2:47 AM .
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yesterday smile
today still smile
next month i think i still smile

aiya. forget it lah. it is so hard for me not to smile.
asking me not to smile is like asking me to bang my head on the wall which i would never do.
my gift of smiling can be a curse of mine at times.
people often tell you keep smiling, as it will brigthen other people's day. that is good.
but what happen if your smile just can't leave your stupid face.
people think that you're never serious and perhaps once awhile.
thinks you're crazy.
yeah. i guess i fall into that catogary where that stupid grinning smile never leaves.

whatever lah.
juz need to fill something in this blog, or later you all so nice go read my blog, then discover that my blog is not updated, then waste your time, then after that dun come see my blog anymore.
so i shall make a policy where i can provide you with the best service of reading my blog. share with me your comments, your nonsenses, and whatever you think that i deserve to know. i will do my best to make this reading of blog a comfort or great laugh.


so lets begin with the main blog writting.
once upon a time from the northern province of singapore, there live a batch of young, ENERGETIC, pretty, handsome, good-looking, HOT, sexy, cool, nice to talk with, nice to be with, funky, and yet fervent for God bunch of youth. they all came together and perform stunts and dance most average youth won't do, they were outstanding, and had many people praises. as one strong united group, they often hang out together whenever possible, whenever time was at their favour just to perfect every step that they were assign to perform. friendship began to grew greater and bondings between them toughen as they go through the storms of life together.
soon the time has comes, and their jobs were all done. everyone was glad that it was all over, yet they were all crying in their hearts that they are not going to see each other as often anymore. they had their final meeting for dinner together just like how Jesus had his last supper. the once large group that once work together is now going to break up to many small different groups, and some might even go individually to their own ways. the time of seperation between them has come, it is now.
althought there would be less meeting up between them, the spirit of friendship remains, it will be a powerful aura that will never go, for the amount of effort and tears spilled together was just too much to forget.
North people of Parade of School. Keep in touch always and not go astray.


nostalgia.