And hold me warm against your heart
I feel your words
The tender trembling moments start.
suddenly, late september/early october doesn't seem all too far away.
late night confessions are always good, i suppose.
especially after a couple of glasses of wine in the system.
whatever it is, know that i'll miss each and everyone of you, definitely.
that i'm eternally grateful for the different things that everyone of you has brought into my life.
that your pictures will definitely be on my wall when i leave.
for my pals, mr tan, ms lee, the big time business man, mr smu scooby doo, t-rex, bronto, sarah the bossy triceratops, "i'd rather be a bimbo!", the wine sessions at night, martha and other hippos, the boys who've seen me grow up and who've taught me almost everything i need to know about life and being a person. i really couldn't ask for more. and even though i know you guys don't read this... i really hope that you know how much you mean to me. those endless nights in hotel rooms, like that time in china where you idiots prepared a bath and threw ciggarette butts inside, littered the bath with gross stuff etc... and then i had to bathe in the sink! and the nights where we'd camp out in each others' rooms, annoying each other. the nights we squabbled, about stupid things like pinching each other cos of singhs, walking around pacific place in hk going "woooooooo" everytime we saw a caucasian, biting and pinching each other, hugging each other for no reason at all. i couldn't ask for better pals. nobody else has been able to get through to me like you guys have, teaching me about respect and all that stuff, about how a girl should act and speak, dress and drink all that stuff. from bringing me to my first club, getting me drunk for the first time, everything... i owe you guys too much. we'll definitely have our weekly get togethers when we're older, with kids in tow and everything. your protectiveness and your stupid comments that hurt me sometimes. despite everything, i couldn't ask for more. your pictures will be on my phone forever, my wallpaper, pinned on my bulletin board and everything. i couldn't do without the both of you. i can't wait for the reverse bungee, and the drinking sessions before i leave. all that food, the prata and the dimsum before i go. no more affectionate name calling to your faces after late september, i guess. it'll be strange, waking up and not walking past your rooms... to be unable to leave post-its on your doors saying silly stuff like "hey pal, thanks for xxxxxx", or "sh ichiban!", or "stupid pangsai go and dieeeeee!"... if there's one thing i'll miss the most when i'm gone, it'll be my family. my mother and my brothers are my best friends. i'll miss family holidays where 3 of us stups share a room and go gallivanting together, when they poke fun at me and we act all spazzo together, laughing about tamil tigers, sri lankan crabs and how you've got to deal with the drums and the beat, dictator dad and how we used to be when we were younger. how we'll pig out and call mommy a sheep and pigglypiglee... and sunday lunches where we'll hit some dimsum place or other, where we'll eat harcheong and zarleong to our hearts' content, feast on it, actually. and then we'll watch the simpsons over dinner on sunday nights. huddled around the tv, in the living area. being antisocial at cny, christmas, birthday, and newyears parties, drinking bottles and kegs to our hearts' content, laughing at each other's inadequacies, handing out heartfelt advice and giving out hugs as if they were as essential as oxygen. we may not be the richest and stuff. and we may not have everything we want in material terms. but i'm very very, superduper very sure. that i've got everything i need in the 2 of you, and i couldn't ask for better brothers. so i guess. here's to many more emo posts, and to the 2 boys who embody what it is to be bestfriends and brothers. you'll always mean the world to me, no matter where we are. the webcam, internet sms, and skype will come in sooo handy when i'm gone, when i need something more than the thought of you guys to sustain me while i'm gone. it's because of the two of you, that i think boys who don't smoke and drink are abnormal, that less is more, and that nothing beats having a great family. i wouldn't trade you guys for anything. i really dunoe why i'm tearing. and why i'm so damn bloody emo tonight. perhaps it's all that cab sav in my second brother's room. or perhaps, the fact that i'm going away is finally sinking in, the fact that i'll be hours awayfrom the people who mean the most to me. 16 kingsmead road. where people laugh until the cry, where alcohol and ciggarettes flow freely, and where siblings are actually the best of friends*
steph/joan/cheryl/lesley/sharm/ming/hui&en(pals)/gary/shirah/rachiee/melly/sarahanne.
i'll miss everyone of you like shiteeeeeeeee, even though half of you are already not in singapore! but still! <3 i love you guys so so so damn much, it's impossible. i couldn't ask for better friends. and althought the things i do might be strange and slightly harsh, and perhaps inappropriate at times, i hope guys know that it's because we've gone through so much together, that i know no other way of loving you guys, except to love you the way i do : whole-heartedly, giving you everything that i possibly can.
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