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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
wreck of the day.



of course that's not him. that's a picture jaja took of the boy who helps out at his mom's goreng pisang stall at afghan, i think. wahahaha. and this couldn't possibly be anep because i don't think he would want to be caught dead packing goreng pisangs next to mama. can't believe my sister took a picture of this guy from afar, making full use of the zoom function. what a psyco. 'oblivious' or so he thinks she is.

but that's not the point. the point is, jaja says they both have the same droopy eyes (can she not take notice of this things) and the same hairstyle..last year. and i miss the hair. the one you don't have to wash and comb. and this guy is tall too! should i go down to check out. hmm maybe i should. then again maybe i shouldn't. because as i began to scrutinise the picture even further, i realise this guy is rather familiar. i think i've seen him around tampines. the guy who might or might not be from the same primary school as we are. i'll prolly just come down for the goreng pisangs. wahahahah!

but look at the hair.

THE HAIR!



can i just be sentimental about this. cause come thirteenth march, i'll be one lonely person because by then there won't be anyone for me to play with, to gossip with, to laugh at, to bring down haha nolah, to date, to nibble, to ride around with, to tell bedtime stories to, to complain about, to be jealous about, to cry about, to be happy about, to ask for coins, to ask for milkshake, to ask to be taken to and fro, to plan fantasy weddings with (macam paham aku tau), to dress-up for, to make-up for, to smell nice for, to whatever for larh, to everything ah basically. NO ONE. NO ONE TO MAKE UP FOR IT FOR. hahahahahaaa aku stress menongeng cause anep's going to be shipped off to national servicing tu bodo punya government. hehe o how kental this has made me to be. is this how you girls are? whenever the closest boy in the world to you is being taken away for ns?

I'LL MISS THE HAIR, ESPECIALLY.



don't mind my old brown, rusty, badly-dyed hair. i have healthy soft black hair now hahahaha. oh anyway after tuition this evening, fakrul kept me company under the void deck with his skate-scooter cause anep was late. is that sweet or what.





he'll grow up to be a gentleman, i'm sure.




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