Just when I thought I'd give up and go as the Grim Reaper and suffer the dire consequences of wearing the same costume, my cousin Sandra brought us to Toys R Us today.

I think it was because my brother, who had an upcoming (cheesy) play, something about not giving up your dreams, had to get two pairs of boxing gloves. And when I saw the package labelled 'Adult Cape', my shopping frenzy switch was totally flicked on.

So I bought one of those masquerade masks and that would make it easier to borrow one of Benny's rapiers. Dressing as Kuchiki-taicho and carrying Napolean's sword doesn't quite hit the mark. And then there's the 12 bucks to spend on the Vilage voucher too.

Lucky I got some money from that guitar sale.

In other news, my Fight AIDS team and I appeared in the papers today! And they spelt my name Wng Renhao.

Wng.

What the wng is your problem people? Huh? You got a printed, black-and-white copy of our names, you took it down in a notebook once more, you spelt everyone else's name correctly, and then you call me Wng Renhao, 18.

It's their fault. It's not mine, because I only can write my o like an a, because of my cursive handwriting. And Bao's handwriting was hardly cursive. There was no way an O could have been missed out since I was staring at the notebook while she wrote ALL of our names.

ONE WHOLE FUCKING LETTER MISSING YOU BLOODY DONKEYS.

orchestrated by Renhao at 5:28:00 pm
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