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HE IS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO EFFING GORGEOUS.

CALVIN AND LAURELLE,

For your information,I DO NOT have a time machine so it could take us back to our Christmas late nights.Talking and playing the Irish Drinking song,playing pranks on our siblings.Locking them out the door and mimicking cartoon characters.No more yelling who gets the PSP and handphones.Or Mommy's iPhone.No more Ferrero Rochers and Turkish Delights.No more Uncle Tony's Santa Claus of gifts.No more yelling 'YISHBEE!'.And no more drawing on Bianca's face.No more sipping rum,making faces or hunting down people on Friendster.No more of Calvin driving and assuming he is gonna kill us.

No more spoiling Cashvin's sleep.No more talking about our crazy parents.No more throwing pillows at each other.No more Famous Amos on my clean bedroom floor.No more fighting for who loves Betsy most,no more taking credit for everything,no more putting unknown people's names in Brenda's handphone.No more trying to check Brenda's messages.No more hitting guitars on each other.No more destroying the Christmas tree.No more talking about our grandmother.

No more kicking clothes around.No more heavily sugared cakes which extra icing sugars.No more guitaring and singing late at night.No more gossiping about our friends.No more saying 'We missed watching Titanic'.No more flying storybooks.No more reading Brenda's twilight collection in the bathroom.No more saying 'I found two Ferrero Rochers on Brenda's Lancome Paris perfume'

No more pulling Brenda's,Cashvin's,Calvin's or Radha's hair except Bianca and Rekha.No more late night Tv and figuring out how to play Wi-Fi's.No more crazy jokes.No more hiding Calvin's iTrip.No more checking Calvin's messages.No more pulling shorts.No more pouring pond water on Bianca.No more stuffing newspapers into Bianca's christmas presents.No more screaming kids.No more ice-cream when its cold.No more sad poetry.

No more 'Arsenal is going to win!Goal!'.No more playing with Mommy's iPhone.No more 'Results,Brenda,results!'.No more of Brenda banging her head.No more bruising Brenda.No more anniversary cakes and surprises.No more eating in cafes.No more talking about Edward Cullen.No more of Bryan acting holy.No more 'OMG!I LOVE YOUR SHOES!'.No more Damien Rice and Elton John stories.

No more straightening hair.No more pulling Cashvin's hair.No more saying Calvin and Cashvin look like girls.No more 'The day the earth stood still is the lamest movie I've seen'.No more pranking.No more late night theatre.No more 'Why doesnt freaking Malaysia have salted popcorn'.No more Prosperity Burgers.No more kicking chairs in midnight mass.No more giggling.No more looking at idiots who look at us.No more noisy high heels.No more snoring.No more making fun of gay people.No more bad words.

No more kicking each others arses.No more spitting.No more talking to dogs or fishes.No more punching teddy bears.No more flying helicopters.No more looking into people's Msn.No more drinking beer or shandy or any alchoholic substance.No more playing with car engines.No more destroying Brenda's piano.

xx

But I do miss you loverly people.