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I did another garang guni project yesterday. This time I wasn’t the organizer.

From the point of a lifeless freak like me, I did not rot my Sunday away. That should be headlines for people who know me well. From the point of an organizer, it was utter crap, all that could have went wrong went wrong. A true example of Murphy’s Law. It rained the whole day. Garang guni are around to have a share of the pathetic pie. Not fully occupied new blocks. Irritating house owners who refuse to open the door.

Just how much the Orientation Management Committee (OMC) made? 1 word sums it up – PATHETIC! Comparable to mine I presume though I never asked the sum. It was rather saddening considering how much effort was needed to drive the project. Garang guni should be best avoided again for anyone who think of carrying one out.

The only fun thing I did that day was something that brings back childhood memories. (Sorry for being ambiguous but it is necessary.)

Name: Brandon

A broken bottle of liqueur,
Empty and stale without a single ripple.
Brewed in the forgotten year of 1984,
A spirit that none will tip to pour.
Lock up in a cold cellar of no summer or fall,
Maybe it has no right to ask for any more.
Will you buy it and bring it out to thaw,
Give it some warm or amore

/S boy
Weiling


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