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Saturday, July 17, 2010

Sorry I didn't have the time to post yesterday, since I couldn't really think of stuff to post about.

Just reminiscing about my life, I have been a really shy person. I didn't really want to go on stage much. During wushu competitions, my hands would start sweating, my stomach would start to hurt. But all these were basically normal stuff that people would do, even when I was just a primary four kid, I did so badly for my first competition that I forgot my routine and just couldn't lift my head to look at the 700 odd crowd that were overlooking my routine.

It's just that, everything is like a dream. It's like I'm not myself anymore. Except that I'm still exceptionally, guailan. I hope you get what I mean. :D

Oh and the eczema on my neck has activated again. FML.

Alright, now that's said, here are some stupid pictures.
iraffiruse:  Submitted by frozach
Turtle soup is disgusting.

(via flickflickflicker)
This often happens to me. idk?

Yours Truly,
Ben