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.:: The Writer ::.




.:: Him ::.

Soultari
Dancer, Lover, Brother
Commander, Teacher
Dreamer
22nd April 1986
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.:: Grumples ::.





.:: My favourite ::.

Loves Allah.
Loves Dance.
Loves Family.
Loves Cousins.
Loves The Bitches.
Loves Dancemates.
Loves Unique Maju.
Loves SNT.
Loves P.S.
Loves Dian.Dancers.
Loves Starbucks.
Loves Film.
Loves To Be Loved.
Loves You.


.:: My hatred ::.

Detest Falsehoods.
Detest War Fanatics.
Detest To Be Hurt.
Detest Being Alone.
Detest Nosy Parkers.
Detest You.





.:: Links ::.







.:: My Past ::.


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|January 2008|

|September 2008|

|October 2008|

|November 2008|

|December 2008|

|February 2009|

|March 2009|

|April 2009|

|May 2009|


Monday, October 13, 2008
Of Happy Weekends And Maturity

A well spent weekend. Two days of reuniting with old friends and making current friendships stronger and tighter.

On Saturday, my besties and I embarked on our very first Hari Raya outing. For the first time, I was given an insight to their household and saw pictures of them when they were young. Lots of laughter. Lots of pictures indeed.

I cannot help but notice how much we have grown. Especially my Bimbo.

You grew up right before my eyes.
I saw the girl that used to be you.
I saw you even before Mediacorp first laid eyes on you. hehe.
Now I see a brand new you. The mature you. The lady.

The difference between, Bimbo and the rest is that throughout the five years of friendship, I've been very protective of her. I remember a time when guys would ogled over her and entering the Engineering school of Temasek Polytechnic smelt trouble and testerone-driven boys.

But she is still the effervescent girl I use to know only difference now is that she has MR Moleman by her side. I wish them all of the happiness. Being the 4th most important guy in her life doesn't seem so bad... (alongside her bf, dad and bro)

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My next two years will definitely be different without them.

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The little Viper Raya Outing was an eye-opener to Hamizan I guess. It felt great to be around the guys who once shared the same bunk, the same toilet and at times the same cubicle with me.

I felt like I was in a time machine that day. I remembered most of the things that happened to us the three months we were recruits in Tekong. I became the story teller. There were more unpleasant recalls than there were pleasant. Hamizan took most of the blow especially since he gave me such a hard time then.

So many great stories. From disturbing little old me in the showers to our leopard crawl drama during field camp to the exact profanities hurled at us during Ramadhan and lastly to the many times we turn to each other for support in times of need.

I cannot help but reminisce moments when my mates turned to me for advice. How our little corner by the lift became a place of solace, a place of gossip and a place to rant. *winks at Ghani*

Suddenly I miss the sunsets we had at Tekong. How spectacular.

*Imagines Ghani with his bucket, Chan with his guitar, Syazwan with his starry pillow joining me to see the sunset...

Such a beautiful image.
Such beautiful friendship.

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Mimin's Current Thought:
Do we bring all this memories to heaven?

Mimin's Missing:
My Spartans

Mimin's Praying For:
AyuSayuBayu.


| 10/13/2008 02:08:00 AM |


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