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Monday, December 22, 2008

I miss Jing's constant complain about who sucks, how her pig trotters hurt and how i suck so much that she loves me alot.

I miss Boh's helmet, that fugly hairstyle that never changed for ages. Her crap that makes her such a fool. Her lousy jokes that we don't get the punch lines.

I miss Chewydarl, our late night gai gais, couple tee gayness and couple thing to do-bathe. Her constant rants about life and her life at EK, and the nice things she does for me.

I miss Sheena the smellypig, saying how much i suck cause of the numeral affairs, friends i have. Our late night calls, webcam and her full of smiley sms-es.

I miss Twin, her pokpok and patrick. Miss the webcams and stuff about her admirer-to-be. And all the goodnight kisses!

I miss Joline, her uneven bangs and gullible nature. and how i always "break her trust".

I miss Porkie, her complaints about what an ass/angel her bala is, and her act cute voice.

I miss Pe, her complaints about her affairs, and all the gossip she tells me, and i miss calling her flabby.

Last of all, i miss the ballers, the guys who always like to suan me, and team that we worked so hard together.


I really don't want to go. This post sounds like i'm going and never coming back. But whatever la, I DON'T WANT TO GO. I'LL DIE THERE.


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