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Thursday, March 15, 2007
holla
Somehow here I am thinking life is unfair. Though this time, as much as I am being unreasonable, I just feel like bitching a little about life. A week of school usually drags, as in literally. It goes on and on, and you practically drag yourself outta bed and into school and outta school. But when it's the holidays, whoa, the days just zoom past, blink and you lose an hour, sneeze and for all you know you might be sitting on the eve of a new term. Damn man, I mean, it's not as though someone is playing with the hands of time. But why in the world does it feel so?
Sleepover @ Willis was a blast. I don't know what good did I do to deserve such a class. The Victorian days were the best days of my life, but now, these boys make me feel as though I am still in VS. Even though we haven't met each other for months, there is no ice to break, no shortage of topics and no reason to not laugh and be merry. Come to think about it, I don't remember any other day of 2007 being such a joy. I can't remember the last time that I laughed so much in a particular day. Be it getting Willis a new date, or JunYu missing an open goal on WE, it's just joy to be around these bunch of people. Not only them though, talking to Willis parents was great fun, well dropping a few of his secrets to them just added more spice. Sleepover was great, though a few of the boys had to go home cause their mother's feared the Bogeyman. Devil Wears Prada, SouthPark, Tenacious D, more Winning Eleven, more food and less sleep is what the night was all about. Soccer soon yeah, I am sure the court in Simei is missing us.
.sanjay.justin.willis.junyu.naim.khyrul.
.terry.timo.josh.jordan.nickolas.hakim.
Thanks for the great time and the surprise too.
It was really more than I could have asked for.
Reply Tags:
Willis:
I am sure you have MANY reasons to thank me eh? But i got many reasons to thank you as well!
Josh:
Yeah, sorry luh typo. Haiz, i spelt my 'home' address wrongly man. Terrible. You, It's tough to drop outta PES C, but not impossible. Wanna be a clerk ah? No need maintain la, don't you think army is better than the A levels!?
Chloe:
Hmmmm, welcome back?
Cher:
Please lor, if a guy is good looking, i'll definately give him credit. BUT NOT THIS NEW GUY!
Sandra:
Luck ah, pray lor! Yeah man, I've been waiting to enlist since er, I entered CJ!?
Godma:
Real soon, this time i won't disappear. You have my word (whatever it is worth).
Khyrul:
Mike, can run 2.4 under 10mins not PES A. Just cause some operation, you drama alot sia.
Abby:
Of course, did Willis tell you we got him a date?!
PES A:
Those who are graded PES A or B are deemed operationally fit. Those graded PES C, D or E, are found to have certain medical conditions which limit the training they can go through, while those graded PES F are unfit for any form of military service. Yup, hope that helped.
Timo:
pesT boy! =X
ok... i am off..
Mumbled @ {11:03 PM}
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