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very seldom do i actually intend to write a post whereby it is supposed to be understood. but. i had a very peculiar dream last night. -ok fine, so they are all peculiar, wonka and all, but this is importantly peculiar!-

and it just so coincides with some of my friends’ states of mind recently, most probably because the year is drawing to an end, and like it or not, we are drawn to the state of reflection. but before i say what the dream was, i’ll just continue with what i intended to say. oh and before that,

sorry for not turning up yet again last thursday.

for a very strange reason or so, i still am not used to IB. nothing to do with the people there, but you might think for me having spending a good large portion of my-every-day-save-sunday there, i would get used to it after a year. i thought i would, but by the time june came i realised it wouldn’t. i guess one year, or two by the end of next year, will never make up for the 10 sodding years that taught even the characteristics healthy poo.

maybe, its because the walls of IB are just too angular, too sterile to ever roll and bounce on.

i remember mondays were everyone-run-for-nasi-lemak days; tues to thurs i would devotingly patronise the best yong tau foo stall on earth; fridays were fried rice plus crabstick days.

and because, i am never the one to say alot of heartwrenchingly sentimental things, i will end off this post with the dream. see, i was walking along somewhere, with some person I don’t remember. because it doesn’t matter. what matters more, is what this person said.

“hey you know, i always thought the crapbags were one of the best groups of friends MG ever had.”