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Thursday, March 30, 2006
updated @ 11:09 PM
aaaaaaahhhh..................
felt soOo goOd after bath.
get rid of all that perspiratiOns and tiredness.
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believe it anOt.
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i cycle to tuitiOn juz nOw.
yah..CYCLE.
wic is like....frOm B.BatOk St 33 tO Jurong East St 42?

my tutee: kak, you cycle??? from home to here?
me: yah, new stuff huh..
my tutee: siao giler...kan jauh giler...takde keje cari keje

tats it.
im nvr gOna cycle to tuitiOn nO mOre.
it was like hell.

my legs and back are stiLL aching.
and my butt is numb ok.
phew! duno wat was i thinkin cycling all the way there.

and this reminds me of the same event that occured last 3/4 yrs bck.
wen i was in sec3/4.
rite, Buddy ku?

you nvr know wat both of us did that time....
hah, ok i cnt resist nOt telling here.
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Buddy and I,
walked from sch to home.
yah, its nOt cycle but WALK.
our sch was like at inner Choa Chu Kang,
and to our home B.Batok.

so, imagine ppl.
how we felt tat time.

we could feel the sole of our shoes being HOT.
from all those frictions from walking,
at a freaking HOT day,
wit our white HOT(warm) uniform.

*actually why we decide to walk, Buddy?*

but, we had fun rite Buddy?
we get to walk TOGETHER.
talk some stuffs TOGETHER.
suffer TOGETHER.
felt TOGETHER on how poor ppl din hav enuf for transport.

so, Buddy ku...
care for anOther history of walking?
hee.

try it ppl.
its fun actually.
well, ONCE A WHILE only lah.


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