The End

It is the end. No more practices in RIMB for forever.

In all my year in RIMB, this was my best.

My section is the best section I ever had.

My batch is the best batch I ever have.

And now no more...

No more poking Pok during concert. No more hugging Jerry and spooking Ben with sex-ed. No more poking Brian. No more glomping Abtzy. No more calling Samuel hamburger. No more lifts home with Samuel and Abtzy! No more cheesing with cheese. No more suanning with Bernard. No more Paul-bearing with others. No more raping of Jeremy. No more trying to cheer up fake-emo Ziguang. No more imploring Abtzy to pon band. No more. No more.

EsioTrot.