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Call me nikki or ella, both are fine with me. I'm a proud filipina living in Singapore. EIGHTEEN. I talk coffee, music, photography and art. LOVE ME FOR IT.

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Tuesday, July 8, 2008
A new beginning.

I know that my current blogskin doesn't really differ much from my previous one. But, hey. I love it anyway. So, back off! (:

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, behold the beginning of another chapter in my seemingly never-ending life. Lucky you, you'll be able to witness this first-hand! (:

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(I just needed a line to separate my introduction and my post. So, don't mind that. Hehehe)


Wait. Wait. Wait.
Before I begin, allow me to scream like an insane maniac first.

I GOT MY FCUKING PHONE BACK, DUDE!
holy mother of god. it's about time!

School today wasn't totally bad. Though it started with tears (btw, thanks ebrahim and jared), i was able to amend myself back during PE, when everytime I get to hit the volleyball, I'll scream one solid "cheebai! fuck, bodoh!".

Yes, vulgarity eases me.

Math: Screw the people who forgot to bring their mathematical set and still didn't do anything about it. Because of you, I'll be failing my math test. Ugh..

After school, Ebrahim and I went for the security monitor's breifing. I dunno
how we got involved in it, but we would be needed to help our form teacher take our classmates' temperature tomorrow (which reminds me, i have to remind everyone to bring their thermometer).

"1. Turn me on.
2. I am ready.
3. Put me under your tongue.

4. Take me out.
5. To keep me clean, wash my tip.
6. Put me back into my container so that I could be used again.
7. Treat me gently, because I break easily.

Hello, I'm an Oral Thermometer. And my job is to see how hot you are. Literally."

P.S. If you've been thinking of something else, then you're oh-so wrong in oh-so many ways.

9:17 PM