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Thursday, December 01, 2005

The Story of the Girl Who Wanted to Bang Her Head On the Window

one fine night, Boon and Anna were on their way for supper at chomp chomp.

in the car, Boon asks Anna for a tissue. because the tissue box was at the back of the car, Anna couldn't reach it. so she searched everywhere near her. all the compartments she searched, but couldn't find any tissue. so she took out a small piece of plastic from her bag to let Boon wipe off the dirt on his hand.

five minutes went by. they were still on the road.

just then, a thought came across Anna's mind: if i have my handbag on my lap, a piece if plastic on my right hand, then what's on my left hand?

so she opened her clenched left fist, and saw a used crumpled tissue, still fit for using and wiping dirt.

This is the story of The-Girl-Who-Wanted-to-Bang-Her-Head-On-The-Window.

THE AUTHOR

graduating. and pretty much lost. black hair, brown eyes, never sick of sashimi.

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