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Tuesday, December 05, 2006 . 3:42 AM

my internet is so freaking slow. 1-2 mbps. wtfffff

and i saw the 'ah boy' again near J8. that damned f**king punk. simply no manners. still selling ice-cream with that ah beng clothes and dyed hair. and i think he is only 9 - 10 years old lor. This is how it went:

Me (opens door and says politely): Yes,, may I help you?
TMDed boy: Want ice-cream?
Me: No, thank you, we already have some (its the truth)
TMDed boy: Mother? (does the wah lao/wanna fight kind of gesture by doing a quick hand signal)
Me: wad??
TMDed boy: Mother??
Me: Wad????
TMDed boy: Your mother in er not???
Me: No, sorry
TMDed boy: Don't want buy don't buy la! (mutters: go die la)
(walks off staring)

DAMN YOUR BALLS

Signing off rudely and crudely,
The FullMetal Alchemist