7 years and still counting.

Yesterday night was spent by the pool - cool and quiet - in a place i am not obliged to divulge, talking to two of my closest friends yet. These kinda conversations are always enriching and soul-satisfying because, we have been through so much with each other, it's all laid on the table, naked and bare; there's nothing to hide anymore. We are who we are with each other. You don't often see the 360 degress laughter that Mad gives out, or the crazy almost child-like(ok, fine fine, retarded is more like it :P) gestures that Karmun comes up with - but with each other, we are all of that and more. Friends. It is a weighty word, taken for granted most of the time. But friends, they make all the difference, so know that, i love you. *runs around happily*

Ve Wen! Know that you are deeply missed and i am sorry we are both so busy with our own lives and so faraway pulak, sigh, i hope we can catch up soon. I miss you and i love you!

You wouldn't understand, but it's okay.

el submarino amarillo says:
sej do wat
Yting; says:
3 essays ah
just the struktur
el submarino amarillo says:
why u din tell me
u bugger
Yting; says:
so i guess...points only
hahahahhah
i forgot la dei!
el submarino amarillo says:
BUGGER!
Yting; says:
hanif wan
el submarino amarillo says:
nvm la
tmr then
Yting; says:
YOU LA BUGGER
el submarino amarillo says:
hanif wan weds only got ma
u scared wat
dum bunny
go eat ur carrots
Yting; says:
hahahahahahahahaha
excuse me?And yes, he did draw the carrot in msn. Friends. Lol.


Another one. A whole basket! ;D Just to make me happy and ward away evil evil people. Chongyen, thank yous!

Since tonight is emo-night, let's get it rolling.

Sheril, what have become of us? have you forgotten me entirely? i wonder sometimes, i truly wonder. if you have, i am sorry to say that i am not strong enough to live without you. you might think otherwise, seeing how rare we converse now and i cannot remember the last time we had a decent conversation concerning pasts and futures. but no, i am no weed, no wild grass; i am but a daisy, a fragile flower that breaks too easily and the act of your presence slowly being removed from my life. traces are begin to disappear, our footprints are being washed away, and i am helpless to stop this tide, and frankly, is our friendship even intact at this point? it is too painful. is my support system finally breaking down? what happened to banana and branches, what happened to dreams and heartbreaks, what happened to broken dreams and inspired ideas? what happened to all that?