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Tuesday, January 08, 2008.




he's my boy.
i remembered how i cried when i heard about his family story.
i remembered how he cried when i left chiangrai.
i remembered his letter to me, saying he misses me.
i remembered januar telling me how much this boy misses me when januar went to visit the kids last year.

and now,
shiaw just told me somphong misses me. he still remembers me even though its been 4 years since i last returned back.

i miss him too. he's my boy. SIGH

ping ping posted at 00:13



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chij st. theresa’s convent
catholic junior college
national university of singapore
faculty of arts and social sciences
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