STUPID SHIT.
I copied the whole of the TImothy Winters poem and smartly put it into my pocket.
And then when I reached home. I only took out my badges and threw it into the washing machine.
SO now its GONE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Most people did the poem.
I did prose.
So I'm special :D

ANYWAY, went out with stupid Karin to get a nice new wallet.
And that moron was late although she went out earlier than me cause 112 stood her up and came later.
SEE! 112 don't like you lah.
27 likes me (:

Oh yes. Got my nice new wallet.
At 39.90.
FRRRREAK.
And that stupid idiot got the damn cute purse.
ITS SO DAMN FREAKING CUTE.
Yet so ex.
It's like a little pouch with lots of sponge in it so all you put in are your coins.
But its so cute!
AHH
Its okay.

I got my preeety wallet (:
Oh as I was saying, we went to Plaza Sing.
OH YAH. As I was waiting for Karin.
I saw this ahbeng.
MY GOODNESS.
He shaved his head like a spider web.
So you can see a spider web on his head.
But the thing is, he shaved PART of his hair, not the whole thing.
So yes, he looks like a freak.
HEEHEE.

Oh yah. I hate going to PS please. I cant even find FOS.
And the ripcurl shop there.
Okay, I dont think its Ripcurl, but just some shop with all the surf brands lah.
IYAH
The things they sell there are like quite ugly.
HAHA.
Like I dont have very good taste and yet I find them ugly.
SOOOOOO, its really ugly!
HAHAHA (:
They should consider changing designers.
Oh and Surfer girl's things are so cute and suitable for Primary school kids.
I mean its really cute.
HAHAH!

I LOVE CLAIRE!
So now I found the poem!
She reminded me its Timothy Winters


Timothy Winters

Timothy Winters comes to school
With eyes as wide as a football-pool,
Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters:
A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters.

His belly is white, his neck is dark,
And his hair is an exclamation-mark.
His clothes are enough to scare a crow
And through his britches the blue winds blow.

When teacher talks he won't hear a word
And he shoots down dead the arithmetic-bird,
He licks the pattern off his plate
And he's not even heard of the Welfare State.

Timothy Winters has bloody feet
And he lives in a house on Suez Street,
He sleeps in a sack on the kithen floor
And they say there aren't boys like him anymore.

Old Man Winters likes his beer
And his missus ran off with a bombardier,
Grandma sits in the grate with a gin
And Timothy's dosed with an aspirin.

The welfare Worker lies awake
But the law's as tricky as a ten-foot snake,
So Timothy Winters drinks his cup
And slowly goes on growing up.

At Morning Prayers the Master helves
for children less fortunate than ourselves,
And the loudest response in the room is when
Timothy Winters roars "Amen!"

So come one angel, come on ten
Timothy Winters says "Amen
Amen amen amen amen."
Timothy Winters, Lord. Amen

-Charles Causley