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March 22 Why You So Like ThatHow many of you remember this song:
I always give you chocolate
I give you my Kit Kat
But when you got a Tic Tac
You never give me back
(Chorus)
Chorus:
Oi...why you so like dat ar?
Hey why you so like that?
Why you so like that ar?
I say why you so like that?
I let you copy all my sums
Because you very blur
But when I try to copy yours
You always call the sir!
(Chorus)
You say you don't like pretty girl
I also dunno why
But when you see a pretty girl
Your voice go up damn high!
(Chorus)
Does anyone have this song? Let me know if you do...cos I can't seem to find it! March 14 Never Lost...Talking to Suzanne last nite about my experience in the UK, I started to realise how much I hated losing friends. It upsets me thinking and knowing that I may never ever get to meet up with them (well, most of them anyway) ever again.
It's been almost two years since I've came back from the UK, but damn I still miss it. I miss all the guys that made my UK experience what it was. If you've been reading my blog from the start, you'll know that I've thoroughly enjoyed my time in the UK, and that I met some of my best friends over there.
If I ever had the opportunity to go back there, I would do it in a heartbeat.
I ain't gonna go all emo and teary, so this ain't gonna be a long post. All I'm gonna say is that this post is dedicated to all the peeps that I met in the UK, whereever you may be right now. To Christina, Phil, Vince, Dariush, Moh, Som, Damien, Mihalis, Ali, Omar (and his kids!), Connie, Shah and everybody else, I just wanna thank you for the fun, for the memories and for the love. Good luck and God Bless.
March 09 Return to ParadiseAnd FINALLY after approximately 1 year, we return to the island of orgasmic beauty, of Snicker/Mars Shake, of clear blue waters, of a tranny working in a cafe, and of Nemo's residence. A yearly get-away from Bangsar...and even more so now since I even WORK in friggin Bangsar, I'm hardly ever 1km away from my house anymore (unless of course when we decide to go eat KFC at Jalan Duta at 12 midnite). Finally. |
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