Wednesday 1 June 2011

When We Get Together

Wednesday 1 June 2011

Two days ago, Sam, Winnie, Puan Loo, Puan Ting and I meet up at Hi Bread for an early early morning breakfast. We didn't talk much, for the atmosphere was dull, pictures of separation played in our minds.
Angie was missing. :(
Either she has class, or my text message didn't reach her. :O
Dora didn't turn up as well. Oh sad. 



This is Sam. My buddy since primary school. We're both incorrigible chatterboxes. When we get together, the whole place erupts with gales of laughter. When you're up for lame jokes, those that would literally drop your jaw and make you sweat, shout for him ! :D
Sam, Imma miss you lots !
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This is Ya Ling. The hottest girl in our class. Great body sexy voice. Hoho.
She's daring, always craving for adventures. 
We tend to go insane and talk till we drop when we get together
Miss you too Winnie. :D
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AH AH AH. This is Dora. The perpetually funny girl in our group.
Always vital, active and sure to blast your head off with her incredibly hilarious laughter. She sings soooooooooooo well I think she could beat Mariah Carey. :)
When we get together, we sing like there's no tomorrow. 
Oh Dora mummy, miss you much. <3
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Ah this chabo. :P
ANGIE LIEW. My closest pal since Form Two.
We had conflicts. Yes. But conflicts are what draws us closer. :)
She's one cute girl with the brightest smile that could make you head over heels with her. Simply irresistible.
When we get together, we butt smack each other. HAHA.
Love you Buayak. :)
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~While not all of us are made to be married or to live in an intentional formal community, be it a kibbutz, ashram, monastery, convent or commune, all of us are created to live in some form of friendship.

Friendships are what help us be human.

There are friends that you have polite chats with, and there are your best friends. They're the people who root for you, no matter what. You tell them your deepest, darkest secrets, and instead of heading for the door, they stick around and your bond with them grows stronger. ~

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