Typed this at |8/06/2007 06:51:00 PM| on Monday, August 6, 2007
Robin, you little bastard.
You took away my water bottle. Argh, the burning sensation in my swollen tongue was fuck-tastic, thank you.
Thank you for taking away my current painkiller for it.
You didn't come to swimming lesson, bet you're hiding your little ass in the corner trying to hope I didn't get to you.
How pathetic, you should've fought like a man, instead you got Jia She to protect you, little coward.
Come and get me.
You've obviously chose the wrong person to piss like you've seen today during MT. That barely scratched the surface, bitch.
C'mon, little bastard, come get me tomorrow.
I could give you a little lollipop if you can refrain from crying in pain.
The little robin flits in and out of the oak tree,
caught unaware; he got cut to threes,
by the sneaky crow.
