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Tiff. Tiffy. Stuff (haha!). Baby T. Little One. Shorty. Bitch ;D You barely scratch the surface when it comes to listing nicknames. And who can forget the numerous times those Coffee Bean baristas mangled mine? It's always a source of amusement when boredom sets in and we want to get out of the house, grab a nice ice blended and just enjoy one another's slightly inane and crazy company. It's not often the baristas get it right, so when they actually do, you know it's a special day :P

I miss those moments.

I miss the people. They're all back in KL, and as much as I am myself here, I'm me there too. Cynical, taunting, sometimes funny. The constant bitching with and at one another, the serious talks that may or may not end with a "a'ight. Stop it right there! Drop it. DROP IT!".

(I'm still right, and you have to bloody admit it to yourself, even if not to me :P)

As much as we drive each other up the wall, piss each other off, and laugh till tears run down our faces, there's a certain sense of affection and love that comes from being friends with people like these.

It's a name they call, it's a sense of belonging. Yeah guys, every moment or so, nostalgia hits me, and I miss you. All of you.

Currently listening to: some old chinese song by Beyond :P
Current emotion: .
Random observation: Still trying to find a place.