Been a long time since I met up with my poly friends, hence I was thrilled when Peter/ZY decided to call for a gathering today. As usual, I'm late and even after 3 years, Ronald is still the one who is the latest, be it to class or to the gathering. Dinner was eventful, with lots of smalltalk, or rather, smallscreams since it was quite noisy and we had to raise our voices to be heard. There was much talk about the past, the present and the future but the main topic of the day was...

Walaoeh, this beats Amanda's hands down. What was I doing man! I really, utterly had no idea that they were together and this is no small feat, considering that we practically sat next to the both of them in the same lecture theatre every freaking day until we graduated?! Oh my goodness, sigh.

On another note, let me tell you a story, about this boy who was in love with a girl. They both supposedly, played this game together, but never at the same time. One day, the boy got shot trying to stop a robbery from taking place and was badly injured. And the girl? She continues playing the game, telling everyone in the game about what happened, crying for sympathy but nevertheless, still playing the game even though the boy is lying in ICU now, fighting for his "supposedly" life.

What is the moral of the story? Never believe anything you read on the internet, especially when it concerns idiotic attention whores. SWAT team paramedic my freaking ass, you cheetos eating delusional obese nerd of an American sitting in front of your computer all day weaving lies for an online audience, stop screwing up a game for others. If you're a medic, good for you, you're actually doing something decent for a living, considering that you have the personality of a donkey cross bred with a goldfish on steroids. But more than likely, its probably a case of "if you're a medic, I'm a hollywood superstar." Ahh, its good to have dreams.

;I CREATED A SHEEP!
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