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I miss my writing too! Or let me rephrase... My writing misses me too! Hmph. Both statements failed to endure the humble side of me.

So I shall just flutter my fingers with a see you soon and ponder why can't a bloody degree just materialise after moneys have been exchanged.

Then I realised gain is not as savory when pain doesn't pepper it.

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                         appliques to EveryThang from
                         brazilians and relationships.

Here's a picture of Dr Loh and Avril this morning, at their pipe and cigar  morning in starbucks:

[a picture of Dr Loh and Avril this morning, at their pipe and cigar  morning in starbucks]

Till next we meet!

PS: I want to do a piece on the imbecile of a woman who wrote to the papers on how the government endorses homosexuality by honouring Elton John. IGNORANT JOCELYN TAY! May a thousand fleas infest your cameltoes and the wrath of online media cascade fiery teabag testicles unto your face.

Oh... I guess I just did... I guess that would be all the time I'd like to spend being infuriated by redneck, cousin-marrying, bible bashing Singaporeans.

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