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Friday, March 16, 2007

when we would flip rulers across the class
and throw popcorns all over the grouchy old auntie

play pretend power rangers running around the museum
and hide and seek and volleyball and badminton

when we'd laugh out loud in a canteen of ij girls
and stuff ourselves silly with ice cream on a rainy day with not a care in the world

when we took pictures in the toilet
and had curry rice everyday
far east chicken rice

if you knew you're happy clap your hands in the middle of the nite
or a dip in the pond on a rainbow morning

of shopping and chocolate martinis and expensive food and late night walks
sharing a bed and endless boring vcds

we wish good things never end, don't we.

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