I consider myself very fortunate to have lots of Friends. It’s a luxury not many have. Those who have a few ‘Friendster’ accounts, man, the more you have the more screwed up you are. Go fuss yourself would you? I’d like to dedicate this post to my Friends & Bitches. Thank you guys for hanging around.
The Friend who lets me lick him.
The Friends who made me glad that I grew up in Ipoh.
The Friends who seem to have forgotten all about me.
The Friends who made Taylor’s a playground.
The Friends who thought that there was a cause to celebrate Merdeka. Nah… We were just there for the fireworks.
The Friends who taught me Singhalese.
The Friends who thought we could have won it if it went to penalties.
The Friend who doesn’t mind looking ridiculously stupid when I’m around. Actually nobody minds cos they know I’ll out-stupid them one way or another.
The Friends whom I might have said the last goodbye to.
The Friends who taught me not to talk when I’m cutting carrot.
God, whatever happened to this picture.
The Friends who buried me in sand.
The Friend who’d gladly cut my hair with kitchen scissors and not wipe that evil grin off of her face.
The Friend who thought we should be in the modeling business.
The Friend who didn’t find it odd to do a thumbs up with me at the tulip farm.
The Friends who would do this for me on the eve of an exam.
Not many people have Friends who smell of fatty gayness.
Look at the bright side Jinn. At least you don’t have friends like these. Pwnage biatch!!
You should be glad that you have us.
Oh, by the way, happy birthday Jinn! =)
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