Had a happy day? I'm going to end it, whether you like it or not. Here is another complain, dedicated to all the happy people in the world, in an attempt turn them all emo.

First issue to address : No one is visiting the save the monkeys website! Visit, visit, visit. I keep telling you! If you don't visit, I'm gonna shove this poem in your face:

Doom.
Soon.
Boom.

Next! Wore half St John uni for the first time. (And I do not look like a nurse! It was supposed to make me look important for once in my life, I think) Hot sun + Black boots and black socks = Burning piggies. My toes are on fire, man! Worse still, this batch of seniors are fiercer than the last. ( Don't tell them, K?) And then theres more training next tuesday. Sian... Have I made the right choice going to St John? Is foot drill worth the CCA points? Alas, I must hand on if I want to order my juniors around in the future.

Here a joke to brighten your day after ruining it :

A rich man was having an affair with a woman. There was one time they forgot to use those stretchy banana cover and the woman got another bigger, new and improved bump on her body. As the rich man didn't want to want to ruin his already ruined reputation and marriage, he asked the woman to give birth in a faraway country and when the child is born, the woman will sent him a postcard with the word "spagetthi" so his the man's wife would not find out. The man would start funing the childs expenses until the child turns eighteen.

Nine months later, the rich man retured home to find his wife looking very puzzled. She showed him the strange postcard : " Spagetthi, Spagetthi, Spagetthi. Two with meatballs, one without."

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