An erratic journal veering between a myriad of topics.
Monday, November 17, 2003
jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzuz. I've just spent fifteen minutes reading the self-absorbed drivel of teenage singaporean rich kidz who think they're soooo cool. May I say something? Your English is shit. Now Fuck Off and die in a sweat shop, making me my trainers.