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ALL ABOUT ME

Hello, I'm GARRISON GOH DAY BEX. Pun intended.
I have a fetish for music, drums, guitars, and DotA.

I'm currently 17.

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SUP.
Friday, March 13, 2009
long long post (hopefully)

Hai guys. This could or could not be a long post.

FIRST, I would like to thank lcmz for being the only *fag* who would actually bother to look for songs for me the *legal* way. and this paragraph will be dedicated to him. LCMZ, short form for Lew Chu MingZ, is my friend! /endparagraph

k here comes the real post. on top fake one. LOL. So i shall start off by posting something that happened to me 2 days ago while on the train home. As usual, i took the epic packed bus 92 to buona vista mrt (i never knew how to spell buona vista until today) and got so carried away by the music i hopped onto the train that just arrived. “Next stop, Commonwealth.” I went “wtf commonwealth?” and looked at the map? on the walls of the train. that was when i realised i had taken the WRONG train home. BUT i actually harboured second thoughts about leaving the train because there was EYE CANDY sitting right in front of me. Epic. But in the end i managed to resist temptation and alighted at commonwealth.

The people at my workplace are getting really interesting lol. Most of them that work there would have at LEAST a degree, i think. So I followed them to Holland V for lunch precisely because the food at the canteen sucked. and as they are working in the engineering department, they would obviously know a fuckload of shit about engineering. so they started to talk cox as usual and one of them actually thought of a way of bypassing the ERP! wow lulz but they definitely wouldnt want to try it out. neither am i going to let the cat out of the bag and let the police? catch me. lulz

and this paragraph will be dedicated to something epic that happened when i was young. for the next few days i would probably dedicate the last paragraph to my past because i realised i never really bothered about the past. neither have i actually spent time to sit back and reminisce. When I was young, 3 years old i think, me and my family got into a really terrible car accident lol. We survived but the car perished. sad. So my family was on the road in our family car( a merc back then. sadly not now). My dad, my mom, my brother, my maid, and i, were in the car when a police car collided with my dad’s car HEADON. FUCKING HEADON. the impact was so greatmy brother literally flew to the front but i think my maid caught him in the nick of time so he didnt fly out of the windscreen. fortunately i was being a noob emoing at the side so i hit the driver’s seat and fell onto the floor. my mom hit the big gray thing in front( forgot what its called) and half of her face blue black lulz. imagine how epic. i think my dad was fine, my maid got the worst injuries. for holding on to my bro, she hit her leg and both her legs became swollen and blue black like pregnant woman. but when my mom asked if she wanted to see a doctor she said no. n1 ah.  the policeman then decided to do stunt by asking my dad for his driver’s license even before assessing the situation. my dad reply was, “ fuck you.” n1? yea n1. then my dad went on to flame him and bla bla then ambulance come then bla bla then car gone. 


Lots of fucking love,
GARRI

7:56 PM

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