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  • Sunday, March 20, 2005

    NETBALL CARNIVAL.

    it was really fun and lame all together.HAH
    guess what was our warm up?*ah-hems.NOTHING.
    we played 7 games won 5. pretty good.
    didnt expect us get that far.yeahhs.=))
    but we didnt get into the finals.
    all because of the shooting percentage.
    =((.nevermind.HAHA.
    shall tok more about it another time.
    kinda lazeh.

    - TIMMY ROCKS!!


    THE FUNKY.

    the band is made up of
    two farters.
    one market auntie.
    one salesman
    one gold digger
    one merlion
    and one crazeh uncle.


    HAHA.

    incase yer wondering

    went for this mosaic thing.
    while listening to timmy
    there was this uncle dancing like nuts
    tt's how we met him soon..
    there was this stupid funky smell
    tt's how we met the first farter
    we had to get away.
    we went to sit at the seats.
    then this china guy came and sat with us.
    and started spittin into the sea
    tt's how we met him , the merlion
    on the way home.
    i found out my mum was a salesman
    she CHEATED!!hahas.her card had
    insufficent funds fer the train
    and still went in with us
    when we were in the train
    we met the gold digger
    he kept diggin his blardee nose
    and flickin his money at gwen
    SO RICH RIGHT!?still throw his money around.
    SICKO!!tt's how we met him
    so had to get away.
    we went away to the next section of the train
    then we smelled somethin funky again
    tt's how we met the 2nd farter.
    then when we got out
    had to top-up my friggin card
    we met the uncle
    tt's how we met the market auntie
    kept naggin bout not stick stuff on our cards.
    THAT's the band.

    farters and merlions incharge of the music
    like. fart , spit , fart , spit , fart , fart
    the indian music for drums.ya ` dig
    the dancers are the salesman and the crazy uncle.
    salesman just keep walkin in and out of the mrt for free
    the gold digger is the DJ.
    spin the disc in his nose.ya ` know turn tables.
    the rapper is the market aunty
    raps about ezilink cards and stickers.


    YUP.i know i have real lame jokes.
    but what the heck right?HAH.


    -gone


    marisse

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