cringe in anger the moment i saw that fucking face on the photo. Feel like slapping him. I swear every single indian man that I saw gave me an immediate bad impression ever since.
grrrr.....
(kapok!)
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I forgot how it feels like sitting in a classroom.
How we hanged out after school, and ever-spiteful torturous but funny conversations.
what's that feeling again?
I'm guilty as charged.
I have forgotten all of them.
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