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Firstly, I cannot deny myself of a say about Hayl's latest post (you'll prolly not know which, because she blogs every half an hour) But yes, it's something that has to do with my future invention - The Air Borne Disease. It works like this: The moment you release this deadly disease, that particular species will immediately disappear into thin air, with a poof of black smoky resultant. Not to worry, this disease will be evolved into a higher species of virus, which only attacks it's target. I'll officially name it, The FW Eliminator. (I suppose FW will only be known to 3 closest people, ROFL)

That aside, today has been the most eventful mugging day ever, rofl. With the Donkeys, you'll always do what you're supposed to do, not. We spent a smacking hour, or maybe more, in Daiso. Rofl, was so fascinated by all those cool stuff. I think spending time with the Donkeys, gives bonus to my weifatght. Ellenborough next Friday. Im so sexcited! =DD

Dear (future Son/Daughter of Jacole), please learn to eat your veggies and fruits so you can have really high metabolism when you grow up, then you can be like mummy and daddy. And not be like your parent's EX-Classmate (you know, the fat and irritating one, supplier of Shell and SPC). Daddy says he wants you to be a sportsman like he is (rofl). I want you to play piano and do ballet and violin and ice skate. So you need to be thin, not too thin, but nice and meaty thin. Oh yes, please don't inherit our skin, we have bad skin. Daddy has i-dont-know-how-retarded-his-skin-is, and I have bad skin allegies. (we are trying hard to be friends with Anita's brother. Try and inherit his skin okay, I dont know how but try). Okay, see you in six or seven years time. Loves, Me. (:

New bikini tmr, tanning on wednesday following Marche dinner with my favourite uncle and aunty and cousins. Training on thursday, and Friday's 21st. *wipes sweat off forehead* What a fun-filled week ahead!

Counting down to 19th: 14 days.
Growing up is scary.