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ramblings of a really random boy

From today, I conclude that ice cream is good for breakfast.
Like, seriously.
Heck what the nutritionists and your mums say.
IT IS GOOD.
Right, Jj?
It'll give you an unlimited supply of energy for a period of time.
Makes you stone at the road junction just eating it, inviting unfriendly stares.
And almost cross the road when there are still vehicles. DANGEROUS.
Cause it clouds your sense of judgement.
You'll think the magical ice cream immortalised you.
After that, you'll start feeling low and sapped of all your strength.
Which would make you tend to buy a large lemon tea from Macs,
Hoping for an energy boost.
But by the time you've finished the drink,
You realised it was a total waste of time and money.
Not to mention effort.
Cause the stupid vibrations from the super lousy bus induces the feeling of wanting to throw up.
Still, you rush home to blog about the wonders of ice cream.

It let me walk from school all the way to East Coast 7 Eleven and back.
And still survive two soccer matches, of which I was skipping around for most of the first one.
Ice cream owns.
And makes you happy.
But.
Nope.
Its fattening.
Bye ice cream.
I'll miss you.
Meeeeelt.

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