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OHMYGOD!
how i wish that a Death Note would fall right from the sky and down infront of me.
DAMN! yeahyeahyeah...
the owner of the book, a death god, will then ascend down and freak me out.
then he'll tell me that he's giving me the book and YES!
i take it, read the content and writing names it is.
not for justice, i'll just write a couple of names and i'll return the book.
first name:

MR KERVAL SINGH.
heart attack.
Mr Kerval Singh rides his scooter, on the way to school.
when he sees a piece of clothe inside a dustbin.
he jumps off his scooter in the middle of the road and runs towards the dustbin.
he dives into the dustbin, grabs the abandoned clothe and tears off his turban.
his hair falls across his shoulders and fleas jump out of his hair.
with the abandoned clothe, he ties a new turban with no second thoughts...
he jumps out of the dustbin to find a people crowding around the dustbin as though they were ants, crowding around a sugar cube.
Mr Kerval Singh grimaced and soon, the attack starts.
he shouts in pain and started pulling his hair until it became bald.
the heart attack lasted for an hour and Mr Kerval Singh dies.
and everyone at the scene jumped for joy.

YEAH! that's how much i hated him.
and i'm dying to graduate!
got myself a haircut just days ago and now he wants me to cut again!
what the shit's with him?!
the back of my hair isn't even touching my collar you fuck!

CONGRATULATIONS TO KOH JIEHUI!
got your phone back, happy right?
WHOOOHOOO!!!
after identifying the culprit, i 感触良深.
okay i shan't talk too much, if not things might get even worst.

inter-class handball,
YAY! we've earned ourselves a gold medal/trophy.
errr... okay, first!
Hanyong, golden gloves/golden hands.
he's the one scoring the most, and the others are just passing and passing.
Jasper's a good shit too.
he's saved so many balls without using his two hands.
the balls that were flying towards the goal were all deflected off his legs.
okay, most of the balls...
alright! there's Contender Asia later i think, and there's a test tomorrow!
Social Studies. damn it!
should've studied yesterday or even the day before yesterday.

come on Death Note, i'm waiting.
END.