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"So I'm not moving."

about me.
Aylwin Gan
23.04.1990.
Ngee Ann Poly
ex ACS(BR)
machonacho.tumblr.com

I'm lame. I love Squash.
Has the love for Running
Shoe-addict
Nachos and Mac&Cheese for life

My Dream.
An ordinary person who hopes that one day he could open a cafe of his own. A well-known cafe where it serves great food, being friendly with everyone and making new friends. But hey, can't a guy dream? hahaha


This is my 2nd dream. I want to earn enough money to help the organisations that are fighting against Aids and HIV in Africa. I'll go on a mission trip to Africa and help the people too and I'll show them that there is at least 1 guy out there among the 6 billion people on the earth that cares for them.

shoutbox.

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Monday, June 13, 2005 { 6/13/2005 11:33:00 PM }

The reporter comes back again. This time, its the one and only infamous Darth Mace Caine he's interviewing.

Reporter: Hey hey... Darth-my-man! How's the 'force'~?
Darth Mace Caine(D.M.C): Huh? Oie! Where you comeeee...from!?
Reporter: Don't worry... I'm just a friendly reporter.
D.M.C: Out! Out of my control room! Now!
Reporter: Aiya...Relec lar! Interview only! Why you so sensi-... *UURGGHH!!!*

*D.M.C force grips the reporter and throws him out of the control room*

Reporter: Basket... You think you use force grip very big arh!!
D.M.C: Fine... I shall give you face then. Meet me at da Meeting room in 5 mins.
Reporter: O-okie! See you there.

*45mins past*

Reporter: Aww sheet! Wheres the bloody meeting room? So confusing one! Izit this one? AWWW SHUCKS MAN! Another female toilet again! BAsket!

*D.M.C finds the reporter loitering around*

D.M.C: #$@^*@#!!! Where did you go!? You think my time very waste-able izit??
Reporter: Sorry lar! How the hell I know that here got soooo many bloody female toilets and levels!?
D.M.C: I'll bring you there...*Sigh*... Losers...

In The Meeting Room..


D.M.C: So what do you wanna ask me? How about I interview you?? I'm short of manpower here. ((:
Reporter: Erm..I dun think thats necess-... *UUURGGHH!!!*

*D.M.C Force grips the reporter again*

D.M.C: I beg your pardon?
Reporter: Okie okie!! You interview me!!! *Gasp!*
D.M.C: Ahh.. I thought my hearing was getting awfully worse. Alright.. Here's my question. Muwahaha...
Reporter: ???

(This skit was taken from one of the star wars clip acted out by fans) =P

D.M.C: Join me and we can rule da galaxy together!
Reporter: Never! Obi wan told me you killed Anakin! The father of Pdame's child!
D.M.C: You're wrong..... I AM the BABY's DADDY~!

Reporter: D.M.C, .. Give it up. You'll never get me into joinin-.... *GASP!*

*D.M.C Force Grips the reporter again*

Reporter: *GASSSSSP!!!* Tim-ot! Tim-ot!! Kuuuut!!!* (*=Time-out! Time-out! Cuuuut!!!)
*Reporter drops down*
Reporter: TMD!!! You think force grip very fun to play izit!? NB... I stab you with my light saber then you'll know!
D.M.C: Oh? You have a light saber? WEll... 'JOIN ME AND WE CAN RULE DA GALAZY TOGETHER!'
Reporter: Go & die arh! This place has so many female toilets.. you pervert izit?! I never see a male toilet here yet! Then... Your place here is damn stuffy! Air-con not working also... You're a damn low-budget sith lord man! And also... all the technology here is soooooo effing outdated! Even Pentium 1 computer faster! And not to mention you-... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

*D.M.C Force lightning to reporter*

Reporter: GAsp....GaSp... Now force lightning arh?! Gasp... Is this the hospitality you shld be giving me?! HUH? GASP!.. Wait till the star wars fans hear about this... Boy, they'll be thanki-.... *URGGHHH!!!*

*D.M.C force grips and throws the reporter out to space*

Reporter: NB!!! You watch out man! My men will come after you and wil kill you the old fashion way man!! Kerosene and Fire!! Basket!!

*D.M.C shows a 'loser' sign to reporter*

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Lame? Boring? Wu-liao?
Yes.. I figured that out too. =/

Tanki Verdi Mucchi 4 REadi & God Bless!
-Ayl. - [Lordtootz]