so i brought the fella down for a long evening jog around the estate leaving him breathless. its bad when family members pile on delicious food scraps on dogger's plate and spoiling him whenever you are away.
I think I'm equally guilty of that as well. the only difference being that we dump 'delicious SAF food rations/scraps on the floor to feed the birds. *snigger snigger*
if it was that delicious to begin with, wouldn't even be on the floor but in our stomachs ain't it.
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NTU officially rejected me this week too thus cementing my rampant claims that I officially am the lowest life form in existence. not even a proper donkey-ass-long rejection letter man!
I spent like 2 hours filling up the application and they rejected me like some slutface in just 5 paragraphs. Must have taken them a whole of 3 months to concoct something like that me thinks. credits to NTU, boohoo to me.
I guess this is when the crucial crunch talks with the Wee family would begin. over at Katong.
Finally its getting started and I've been waiting. expect to see incredibly powderful Queen's english being tossed around, cups and saucers thrown across the room and tempers flaring, babies crying. very exaggerating, but it could happen.
hmmm. Murdoch, Griffith, Melbourne, Western Australia or Curtin.
God tell me.
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Its been months since I've been off alcohol and hard partying. and it does feel good to be able to save up all that money spent incessantly while in a drunken stupor. money that can be well spent in other ways of course.
maybe I'll set up my own unofficial in-camp moneylending service.
I think i'm getting really boring as of late. and I don't have a life anymore. I go around talking to inanimate objects and bury myself in books. and they say that 21's supposed to be the wildest days of your soon-to-be-pathetic-adult life.
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