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About Me Lee Cheng Hoo Randy Born in September 12 1992 A random person leading a typical life Lee_cheng_Hoo@Hotmail.com Exits
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Saturday, April 18, 2009
A New Beginning A New Beginning Harlo.. yaya i know most will say cheng.. u make blog dont make me laugh. You this type of pattern also want to make blog confirm very fast dead 1 la. Yeah yeah... I know, but everything also must try mah, and anyway it's free there's no harm trying right. I play play only 1 la if u not happy den dont read lor As you can see Most of my sentence dont end with '' , . ? ! '' <--- (i don't know what are these sign called) so You might have a hard time reading .. rofl. Btw some may ask why have the sudden urge of making blog , dont ask me i also dont know why. I'm usually the one behind laughing at ppl , u ar u ar make blog wakakak... ok wadeva laugh all u wan ... Ok anyway, i'll try make my font big big because i hate reading other people's blog wif small small font like this -->hello i'm cheng hoo -_-''! So anyway i'm still learning and hopefully i can start to post some pictures to make the blog much more vibrant rather than just words and words and.... Btw i must thank June for the help although she's also laughing at me.. Oh ya, me and june gave ourself a pact that if in 1 month's time we cant continue to keep the blog active then we shall close it down . So CYA and tag with good comments =D Labels: Things that happened and the footprints they left. |
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We celebrate our own funerals with cries even at our own birth
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