My Friends Love Me So Much That When They Go On Holiday, They Think Of Me

Ok, I lied.

You see, I've got pretty mean friends who don't give two hoots about my sanity. Namely a certain Okui (dun wanna click also nvm – her blog's dead di, I think) whom I met in Penang, who came down to KL cos she enrolled in HELP Institute, who moved into the place I was renting and lived with me for awhile while pursuing her degree, who then moved to the great US of A to further her studies, who then worked there in the US for a bit before promising she'd come back for me, who decided to go to the UK to visit Mr Okui (sorry lah, I got no better nick for her bf), who then ended up not coming back at all cos she decided to reside in the UK to be with Mr Okui. -_-'''

*pause to catch breath*

Well, no matter. Out of sight, not out of mind.
She still remembers me. I know because of this:




-_-'

Love me so much hor?
Wanna know my response?

Nah. See lah.




I tell you, Facebook is the devil's workshop, man. >(