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Ahmad Mustaqim.
17 years old.
Republic Polytechnic.
Diploma In Aerospace Engineering [Quality Systems].
Ahmad Mustaqim

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Friday, November 13, 2009 { 1:04 am }







Read Shak's recent blog post and certainly found logic behind it. I miss my carefree days too. I miss pissing Sulaiman's ass off. I miss bullying Nabilah, along with Faez and Wirda. I miss going for sectionals. I miss playing my trombone. I miss playing the euphonium. I miss counting down after band practices. I miss commanding during drills. I miss eating together at the canteen. I miss running around the canal and irritating the shit out of Nabb at the same time. I miss going for Jammings. I miss cheering on Team Singapore during the Beijing olympics on the LCD TV with the guys. I miss sitting at the round table with my group of friends and laugh our asses off. I miss the lessons in class. I miss the chapteh we used to play. I miss staying back till late just to play soccer. I miss the trips I had with the band to Port Dickson and Genting. I miss doing ASPIRE when we're actually not. I miss shooting paper bullets with Rafi at Wenguang when he's sleeping during ASPIRE. I MISS MY YCSS 08' BATCH ALOT!