i have the strongest urge to tell my friends just how much i love em.
read: they are the only people who obviously reads me like a book but are no storyteller. they are the only people who truly values companionship, without the expense of others. they are the only people who tells you you look horrible but still stick to you like ronaldmacdonalds on bench. they are the only people who comprehends your melancholy and still willing to drown in the over flow of tears, with you. they are the only people who curses and swear in the existence of my mum but still gets her love. they are the only people who KNOWS how to throw their heads back and laugh, and still not mind being such mortifying exhibits. they are the only people whose every family is just, family
this is to Melissa Soon HuiTing: whose hair is always (almost) at risk, Potato Yong Peiling: who's godofgambler by pretence and every mummys favouite, Tan YingLing: who formulated a laugh-as-you-cry, rememdy to be discovered, Winda Rosita: who owns the original copy of the nicely giftwrapped, and, Benjamin Kong: who still stubbornly calls her a him. (in no particular order).
everytime, i thank god for friends like these; where every individual are poles apart. because, there is absolutely no need for traumas of walking twins/triplets/quadruplets parading town. (yes you people, im laughing at you)
i said hello to 2007 at the expense of my graveyard, talking bout whatcouldhavebeens and those whathavebeens. then yingling reminded me of that very day where i got a sail and the vehicle plate was 160504. -
my resolutions for the twenty-o-seven? to stop being a walking-cliche and quit being a black rainbow.
flashbacks for 06? i'll save it. i cant say my thanks enough.
kayly/
chuanyee.