the ancient days as we would well-remember...
choice between stegasaurous vs triceratops or mammoth vs t-rex...torturing tadpoles as rain peltered on assumption's water-logged drains.
mrs nathan lashes wooden canes on bawling shelby..while she scotched-taped my vicious mouth, for having disrupted math class by proudly announcing to all, that your shorts were secretly pattered with poo. we watched godfrey chen's deluxe transexual kick with shock and awe...his tongue flickers like that red bitch from V while we countered him with tian long ba bu's yi yang zhi (laser-shooting fingers) and xiang long shi ba zhang (courageous dragon's 18 power blasts...)
we staged covert plots against mutual enemies like darren tan and competed like fools for jessie wong. where could she be right now? we talked about imposed spirit rumours in your haunted house; guan yin and virgin mary saying put even as your tank of curse-absorbent goldfish continued to bob, rot and die in spite of mom's weekly aquarium spree. there is macho chun and anna nicola smith giggling like macbeth's lost witches by a lone banana tree...while shaful generates his own paroxysm laugh at apple core's wife and mother soh who piles your sad desks with work and woe. you have never been off your addiction to transformers toys while i prefer to stick to marvel...my label that yours' amount to no more than tin-cans on the move still draws a dark spite from you.
mrs nathan lashes wooden canes on bawling shelby..while she scotched-taped my vicious mouth, for having disrupted math class by proudly announcing to all, that your shorts were secretly pattered with poo. we watched godfrey chen's deluxe transexual kick with shock and awe...his tongue flickers like that red bitch from V while we countered him with tian long ba bu's yi yang zhi (laser-shooting fingers) and xiang long shi ba zhang (courageous dragon's 18 power blasts...)we staged covert plots against mutual enemies like darren tan and competed like fools for jessie wong. where could she be right now? we talked about imposed spirit rumours in your haunted house; guan yin and virgin mary saying put even as your tank of curse-absorbent goldfish continued to bob, rot and die in spite of mom's weekly aquarium spree. there is macho chun and anna nicola smith giggling like macbeth's lost witches by a lone banana tree...while shaful generates his own paroxysm laugh at apple core's wife and mother soh who piles your sad desks with work and woe. you have never been off your addiction to transformers toys while i prefer to stick to marvel...my label that yours' amount to no more than tin-cans on the move still draws a dark spite from you.
childhood pals jl and ek...(1981-2008: aes, st joseph's, poly, jc, bmt, mp, oeti, nus, massey uni, singapore, wellington inclusive of zero birthdays and msns, once a year email...and truly wishing us many more splendid, free & freeing years to come...be well soon, my friend)
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