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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Sandwich
in mrt.

one juggernaut with shoulders the width of a boeing 747 to my left, and one overside woman with too much tattoo on her arm to my right. there you have it, a delicious looking sandwich like this:

im the red bacon/meat patty/wad have u that makes a sandwich delicious. i just luv the really "big" seats that accomodates every singaporean. luckily i have exceptional skills in conforming myself in tight situations like this. Posted by Picasa

paul's scribble inked on

7/27/2005 10:54:00 pm | 0 comments

Monday, July 25, 2005

home


Young Sam : Mummy why do babies cry when they are born ?
Mother : Hmm... I don't know, you tell me.
Young Sam : Well i think because they left God and came into this world. Thats why they are so sad.


when are we going back?

paul's scribble inked on

7/25/2005 12:27:00 am | 0 comments