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Sunday, November 16, 2003

Whahaha! Life after pw is soooooooooooooooooo good! Man, saturday was a long day man...hadn't been sleeping for the last 25 hours and i'm starting to get lethargic. The BBQ last night was one of the best i had la...now i know why i'm so crappy at times la...cos my sec 4 classmates are ultimate crappers, can talk about anything under the moon...create jokes out of nothing (u won't want to know them =p)...basically crapping and laughting throughout the entire night.
Hai...crapped all the way from the bbq at pit 67 ECP, which is like...near the end...very near changi airport liao...then all the way to marine parade promenade...(and yes...we walked all the way there from around 1230 to 1+? ITS DARN LONG!!), then played pool till the shop closed...then had some catching up with my ex-classmates........hahahaha...shan't disclose the contents...may contain sensitive info =p, how i wish i could have more of such outings more often =p, so much fun. Too bad two of the best jokers from my ex-class not here...if not it'll be more explosive, more bombastic! :X

Wishing...; 11/16/2003 08:14:00 AM

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I look back: the sun-baked railway tracks are hidden
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Chasing, chasing the fading vapor trails
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