i miss the dabian & xiaobians.
i miss the snoring symphony.
i miss the bunk.
i miss the beds and blankets.
i miss the malay music.
i miss the supper.
i miss the world class circle.
i miss the fire the guys would start.
i miss packing bags while chatting loudly with the girls.
i miss screaming and yelling about.
i miss gaying with the girls.
i miss the wildboars.
i miss the sentry duty.
i miss the starry nights.
i miss sleeping with all the girls.
i miss laughing like shit at shaheer's face.
i miss niaoing ppl with the girls.
i miss cheering for my watch.
i miss singing KISS GOODBYE.
i miss singing EL NINO.
i miss the first aids.
i miss pulling and strapping the G-strings.
i miss washing the dishes and laying trays.
i miss filling up jugs with syrup water.
i miss the morning trainings.
i miss saying i love you to the girls.
i miss throwing stones like a primary 5.
i miss refilling waterbottles with chlorine filled water.
i miss queueing up and waiting for empty slot to bathe.
i miss the cold water.
i miss hearing all your voices.
i miss all of you.
i miss ENGSOON.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
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