saddu max

No one has been blogging recently and i must say i am feeling saddu enuff to go thru the hassle to put me thoughts on e web....(if to show how saddu...it feels as bad when A*i*i left singapore fer UK wen we were in J1). First its was the King....our brudder who was a willing companion thru all our evil misdemeanours. Mostly just an accomplice rather than a participant. but of course wen he found his true calling...like GW, WE n 'dancing on e stage with fellow skolars' we saw what lies beneath. THEN it was no-air con whose house has probably been abused right to the deep ends of it foundations by us brudders. The thick-skinned demands fer dinners(TIRA esp), the destruction of neighbouring property thru well-directed(if ill-intentioned) missiles of very uneatable BBQ leftovers, braving the blizzard of the 2nd floor and the furnace of the first floor....etc etc. We have had tremendous memories at fernhill camp n the King's palace(never been to the Joopad meself). Memories that shud last a yr til we resume our destructive alliances once again. Honestly, once OOP and his well-timed insights into the useless facts of life leaves the geographical confines of sunny island with scabby amoeba(who complains about not talking to 1 hot gal and conversely complains about having to talk to another HOTTER gal....go figure)....BBC(ball brudder club) will be officially on hibernation. Only means of contact will be thru OA i.e. blogz n brokeback on msn. I wudnt wannna meet smu brudders(no offence brudders) when the integrity of our strength has been seriously compromised. sighzzz.....i am F***ing saddu now