At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Thursday, May 14
Last blogged @ 2:07 PM

OH YAAA!
Just now was our last paper!
WTF. i'm very happy.
Serious shit lah sial. haha.

I can skate till
I die, fall, break my leg, my arms,
my knee, my ankle, my elbow,
what else? my hips, my head, whatever.
I can't wait till Wan or Tifin or An to
text me, saying that they'll
come down to my estate for awhile
before they go skate at their usual place,
Taman Jurong.

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