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Friday, June 03, 2005
Well, this is my last night on this Earth, and in Singapore for that matter. Tomorrow, you must all go look up the orbituaries, or at least Sunday's. Haha... I am serious here. Anyway, goodbye to the world, and apologies for all the dirt I've left behind, and the stain I've created in this world. And thanks to those who have helped me clean it up. Before anything, let me put my will here. All Dilbert books(I only have 2) to be given to Marissa Yee. Digital Fortress by Dan Brown to go to Chua Xin Rong. Total amount of money(I am not sure myself) in the bank to go to Charity. Handphone to go to Lu Theng, since she doesn't have one yet. All books besides those mentioned to go to Seraphina Chew, if she still doesn't have them. If she does, it's to go to anyone who wants it. Stuffed toys to go to the orphanage. Autograph book, report book and anything to do with academics to be burned with me. The rest can go to anyone who wants it. Request made by deceased to be cremated and ashes to be scattered to the wind. 2nd request to leave seat in class 2/3 of NYGH empty, for this resident phantom, though I know that's just a 'phan'tasy. That's all I guess. Oh yeah. Everyone, please attend my funeral if there's one. HAHA. I know that this seems really amusing, but I am serious here. Well, cogito ergo sum- You think, therefore you are. 8:51 PM
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