Je suis fatigue.
Met CY, Dear, Yvonne and IT for dinner and it was a riot. 3 hours passes so fast, no? It was finally nice to see CY and urgh, stupid me. I still havent gotten her a birthday present yet...and her birthday was like donkey years ago. Never mind. I shall give her next time. Or when her unborn He BuBu is born.
Interesting happened in class today. Few girls came to blows and there were face-slapping, hair pulling and name-calling. A few had to be restrained and insults were traded. Anyway am too tired to write a long grandpa's story about how it all started. Just that if I had given a choice, I would give all those who were involved a tight slap each. Urgh, young blood.
When you were young
And your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
You know you did
You know you did
You know you did
But if this ever changin
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
What does it matter to ya
When ya got a job to do
Ya got to do it well
You got to give the other fella hell
You used to say live and let live
You know you did
You know you did
You know you did
But if this ever changin
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die (Paul McCartney, Live And Let Die)
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