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I used to think college life would be like a fairytale: full of lollipops, bubblegums and rainbows with helpful elves hopping around happily. Boy, was I wrong! College life is so hectic that strands of white hair sprout out of my raven black hair like wild mushrooms, accompanied by attacking pimples, and mind you, i HAD a smooth complexion, once upon a time. Teachers shower us with love and i can assure you my tutors love me alot. There are also back stabbing witches hiding in school corners beckoning me to caution, who knows I'll bleed to death in a pool of blood and I wont know how i died.

Fortunately my friends made college bearable. Amazingly, in a short span of a year and a half, i actually made friends! The sadist, narcissist me made friends! Cool huh? Friends who don't mind me being lame, and making a fool out of myself. Friends who wont think im a pathetic sicko who calls herself Mrs C.ronaldo. They actually love me for being lame : and don't get me started on my jokes: you'll sweat so much that you have to go to RIPAS ER for rehydration. Right back to my friends; they are like candy machines; you put in a quarter and you'll get a surprise out of it: pleasant surprises ( except my friends don't need quarters). If i cry in front of them, they wont mock me ( or they'll mock me behind my back), I wont be called a crybaby, chocolates appear magically out of nowhere instantly cheering me up. Their hugs are the warmest; warm enough to melt the polar ice caps. They even made me addicted to hugging, until i'll get withdrawal symptoms if i dont get my daily dose of TLC. They shove in my home made dried up sushi and soggy cookies pretending it's the best they've eaten. They really need acting lessons.

without them, my life would be a monotonous drab,imagine me dragging my sad ass to classes. EUGGHH. not a pretty sight indeed. Without them, I would be like chewing without gum, pepper without salt, fish without chips, tom without jerry, cookies without milk.. you get the picture. I love my friends and without doubt I know they love me too. Perasan.
Happy belated friendship day.


ok. thats what i'm going to pass up for the prose competition. Maybe crap but aiya.. its the thought that counts.
AND IF I FIND OUT ANYONE WHO COPIES THIS AND ENTER THE COMPETITION I AM GOING TO PERSONALLY SHRED YOU INTO PIECES AND STIR FRY YOUR BAU BUSUK MEAT IN MY KOLOMEE AND FEED IT TO MY DOGS!

besides it's abit too long. someone's a KIASU. I hope i win. Aiyer.. so many freaking good writers around lah.. i have to find a way and sabotage them, like steal all their pens...
OK FINE. I'll compete fairly, JUST DONT STEAL MY IDEA AH!!
If someone steals it i have to write a crap story how i killed my boyfriend which is SO NOT up to my standards. and theres a poem competition too..
HIAK HIAK!

I LOVE MY FRIENDS LAH!.
that's the whole point. so PLEASE dont be inconsiderate and steal my idea. YEAMAH who call me to showoff and want to post it here?
EEEEEEEEE..Whatever.

I have no hell idea what to do after we graduate. Who knows we will never meet again!! espesh to my eas babes.
WE NEVER WENT OUT TOGETHER.
Ok fine. i'll have to stop the ranting if not shiyin will sing the graduation song again.

Why meet if we'll part some other day?
Why live if we will die some day?
Why talk if people will call you to shut up?
.Why not.
Be annoying. I love to annoy. the more you dont want me to do it, the more i will want to.
I'm that stubborn, so what? Shoot me lah. Err.. im being literal, i dont want to die a virgin.
I havent met my mr perfect, i haven't gotten married, i haven't been proposed to, I haven't got a phone call from my special someone, i haven't got number one in my life, noone ever gave me a valentine present, i havent been to europe, i havent graduated college, i havent even given out my first kiss lah! erm.. abit too much info.

I LEAD A SAD LIFE.
Dont kill me yet! Kill the person next to me, PLEASE dont kill me, or do you want me to paste a big post-it on my forehead'' PLEASE DONT KILL ME'' but if you want to.. please do it quick, or give me integration to do.
QUICK AH!
the quicker the better..
DONT KILL ME LAH!!
IM JUST KIDDING!!
I DONT WANT TO DIE YET!!
KIDDING ONLY!!