Sunday, July 29, 2007

Can you believe it. That's the last picture I have taken with you - it was ages ago; you're such a slutface. But I love you anyway, even though here & there we know gaps have grown & such. I've watched you go in & out of relationships like underwear, holy jebus man. From the desperado NS fake gangster who claimed/you said is half Thai when he doesn't look shit like one, to the one with the hot red bike who'd meet us in the middle of the night in frickin' Balestier, where it's no haven for two girls to be at 3am. From fetishes with shades to frequent manicure sessions to McDonalds supper; knowing you've been pretty.. interesting, to say the least. Now it's like impossible to even set a proper date to meet, with school & stuff but hey, I'm always here to pick up the pieces for you when you need them to be, & if you lose your phone at 4am again or if you just need someone to have a silent conversation with, I'd gladly hop on the next 21 & come straight down to your place.

Unless of course, you don't mind paying for my cab fare. :)




So many birthdays, so little time/money. Haha. & so happens they belong to old favourite girls of mine :) For a moment I just got reminded of how we were made to wear masking tapes with our names pasted across our boobs if we didn't bring our nametags. They thought it'd knock some sense into us, but little did they know we loveto display our names in HUGE BLOCK LETTERS proudly, ay. HAHA, poor rule got backfired :D

I hope I get to catch up with the girls on Carnival Day; it'd be one hell of a reunion.


p/s Maryam Sakiynah Rozlan, I dedicated one whole chunk of words to you.
You'd better stay free on Monday.