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Changed for th better.
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Saturday, September 11, 2010 - 5:29 AM
Even if time passes.

2009

2010



I hope you know that i love you and hate you too.

i hate it when you dont answer my calls,
and then send me a text message saying "CALL YOU LATER LOVE YOU",
but obviously i will never receive a call back. I really hate it.

but you know, im used to it.

always when you promise to call back, i will think,
ah, this means she wont call me. but you know, its okay. you know why?

because i dont think i had ever been on time when we go out, excluding primary sch / sec 1,
you always had to wait wait wait for me, and that time you even came to my house!
i can still remember the exact scenario.

vmsm calling.
vmsm: hello?
me: yah? *half asleep*
vmsm: ehh, i outside you house.
me: HUH!?!??!

honestly that was like one of my nightmare come true, but then because its you,
its okay. since you have already seen how i look like typing two plaits and wearing
round metal specs, it doesnt matter since you know im naturally cute.

i swear, you are my most treasured, cherished, important friend in my whole life.
only with you i can be crazy, grab your arm and walk, hug you, tell you everything,
bad mouth people without feeling that you'll think bad about me,
and tell you what i really feel without worrying that you'll judge me.

but then, coming to my house to wake me up is not a big achievement!

to think of th past, i did much more okay.
i still remember there was this time you had cca or chinese remedial or something,
then i just sat at the chairs near the front gate and waited for you. do you know how long it was?
ehh, it was 3 hours plus. i remember it because i nearly died waiting.

and going to the playground near your house everyday after school.
do you remember? there was once, we were just talking, and there was this bee.
cus it flew near me, i screamed and ran away. do you remember what you said?

you said, omg kaixin that is the first time ive ever heard you scream, and laughed like crazy.
honestly, i felt so amused. i didnt know that a scream could make someone so happy.
was that really the first time you've heard me scream though?

at the playground, we would sit there and talk, take pictures.
you know, i remember little kids and small dogs that came around last time.
they were so cute, we used to go crazy over them. hey, remember?

sitting at the shelter near the playground, we would talk about heartfelt stuff.
you know, about this certain milk brand, and also how to add hearts.
also about this handsome salt too.

do you remember trying to cry? we tried to cry, just for fun.
now even if i try, i cant, contacts somehow make it difficult to cry.
maybe if you tell me that youre moving to boonlay i will cry of joy, but anyway.

yes and recording the video, reading your blogpost made me laugh,
i totally remember, even as im typing this post im smiling,
its honestly such a such a such a very nice memory of two crazy people.
i wonder what would we feel if we saw two primary school girls doing that now?

going to your house everyday after school, at th staircase, its not even your house,
its your auntie, and i remember that you dislike her.

eating nachos, instant noodles, th time i went to 711 myself, bought two cups of instant noodles,
filled it with hot water, walked back to your house, half way you called me,
and i scalded my hand while waiting for the green light to cross the road.

why was i so foolish? but still, i dont regret it.

eating instant noodles and throwing the cups down the staircase.
this is not good, if a police read this he would fine me for littering.
oh, and taking pictures! do you remember taking pictures?

trying to take picture that look like we 'kiss', im nearer to th camera,
you furthur from the camera, haha. i can totally remember.
and pictures of you jumping up and down, pictures of you eating.
i wish my computer's harddisk did not crash and i still have those photos, but its all gone.

how about going even furthur back.
when you still used to stay at summerdale, and i went your house.
just sitting at your house, talking.
hey, what does cumsumhamidai means again? yes, i still remember.

talking on the phone all night long, and writing letters to each other.
do you know i still keep the letters you wrote to me?
when i read them, its so funny. all the old times.

and th time we arranged to go out together, and when we met at suntec,
i was wearing a 'I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND' tee.
you were wearing a 'I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND' tee.
it was not prearranged at all, just a coincidence, but we laughed like mad.

at suntec, throwing stones over the water, trying to skip stones.
i wonder why as i am typing so many memories come back.
playing drums at th arcade. DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION.

do you still remember golden lies? classic.

AND THE PERVERTED BOOK YOU READ AT KINOKUNIYA YOU PERVERT.

just want to say, i really love you.
if one day i ever stop talking to you, please kill me and stab me because
how could i be such an idiot to stop loving someone so retarded.
come find me at my house then.

With love,
your best friend.