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Hey there. We are the one & only Wakrak gang in Singapore. We hate Mat Reps altough we look like them. We hate minah(s)& anti-extras.We also hate bitches who accused u . We do jokes and we joke like shit! But in every jokes theres a point to stop which is when we are sleeping. Our strong brotherhood will not separate us. Insyallah. So don't give us shits or you'll get it back Insyallah kalau panjang umur. Amin


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Friday, January 4, 2008

Wakrak 37th post. who th friggin hell cares. its high curl here posting ^ ^ i got motivated to post because of .. boredom! & yes, the rumors are true! boredom really does kills. it left me 10 stab marks on my heart without me being aware! omfg! im still alive!!!! =.= sigh. its a sunday and ive gt no more madrasah lessons. now its on saturday. how fucking nice :] ytd only 5 ppl went to th gym. Me, farhan, syafiq, afiq and kim possible(hakim). It was expected lah even tho at first i thought maybe bout 8 ? but it was still funfunfun! :D frm 10am right up to 6pm non-stop action. shiok lah sial but my legs cramp sampai skin aku tear, darah semue kluar, abe nanah kluar dari toes aku. klah part tu dah mepek. cume cramp je. gahah, i can feel my leg muscles growing. jyeah! or gyeah? 10-1230 we were at the gym. gettin ourselves some workout. enjoying the fresh smell of sweat dripping down from our foreheads. but th air-con kinda evaporated it? haha. was ok nt that tiring. 1230-140 we ate cup noodles. yummy? no very sucky sial. the tom yam macam air biase abe letak afiq punye muntah. bau die pon tk kene lah. and all of us drank beer. yup. no kidding. 200-500, we played soccer at th hall near fattah's house. ni part baru shiok. played until my nipples burst. lol. is tt even possible? penat giler lah. in between got alot of funny moments like when afiq a.k.a the wild boar mcm anak sundal. oklah, bukan anak sundal, anak wild boar. die main bagos sak! sumpah! at 500, afiq, syafiq, kimek(hakim)? leaved us. so it was down to th three of us, me, haikal bin haikal, fattah bin fattah and finally, farhan bin john. we played what we call tennis soccer version. after tt, some of fattah friends came and we decided to have a match. we played quite good considering that we were so damn fuggin tired. & i scored th last goal. after tt me and an headed home, and to my delight, farhan owes me $2. so tt means i have an extra $2 on monday! yipee! woah. sorry for th long post. im really bored. tts all. goodbye. 'sigh, it was expected, but i still love her D;'


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