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The Author
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Aaron Chua Sheng Zhi
Ubi-ian!
13th December 1990
ex- macphersonian, Republic Polytechnic - Environmental Sciences

1/5 of the C² - Chaotic Cruisers



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Friday, February 12, 2010
8:28 AM; =.=
zzz.

Oh dearest cupid!

we need to talk about your aiming. like NOW.

and shitty thing is:

REALITY HURTS.

=.=

FACTS HURT LIKE HELL TOO. LIKE A FREAKING THOUSAND NEEDLES TO YOUR HEART OR OUR ASS MAYBE.

:/

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