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Liu Xing

Born to Party, Forced to Work.

He is coming for me

Tuesday, April 26, 2005


While I'm posting right now, he is coming for me.
We aren't far from each another, but he have to go thru stupid jam for atleast an hour; sometimes an hour and half - to see me.

Now, you might ask, so?
I know it's not a big deal to you!
But it's hell of a big deal to me ok?

He woke up at 8 am to prepare for work; iron shirt, bath, brush his rabbit inspired teeth, comb hair, smile to the mirror, [8:10 pm, Hehehe... He just called!!! Telling me he's at Leisure Mall jorrr... Muacks BB!] ok, lets continue... pose abit, make some stupid face and so on... Hey... It's tiring oke?

Then he gotta fit in those 12 1/2 size shoe, after wearing his HUGE socks. Walk out and lock the door, take the lift and go get his car downstairs.

[8.28pm, Oh no, I gotta go!! BB is here!] To be continued...

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