An Ode To My Family

I miss my secondary school buddies.
I miss 4-2.
I miss Paul Lee complaining about how 4-2 is damn slack, even though deep down he loves us all.
I miss Steven Quay's foreboding speeches about our doomed futures, followed by him trying to stifle his laughter when one of us replies with a retarded comment.
I miss doing countless hours of CIP punishment such as scrubbing tables and picking rubbish in Cat High.

Cat High is the bomb.

There was a drinking night at Russell's house yesterday.
AWESOME, excluding the fact that all the SAJC people have finished their promos, leaving me, the only CJ guy there who turned up, who has yet to even START his promos.
Met up with all the SAJC retards. Dog Wong, Toon Kwa, Guai Lan, Vicky Loh, Qian Qian and newcomer Dao Ming who is still alien with the Cat High ways.
Got reminded by them of the retardeds things i used to do. THE AIR-GUITAR MINAH MAGNET.
Followed by indian poker, loser drinks 4 shots of Bourbon Coke. I got jacked like 3 times in a row and had to down a hell lot, my stomach felt like shit after that and i did 50 pumping to backout of the game because the last 4 shots were on the rocks. Kyla kept humping my leg and stopped me from doing pumping for the first few minutes, however the moment the cameras came out, she stopped and walked off.
Kyla is Russell's dog.

Im sure going to fail promos at this rate.