Sunday, October 26, 2008
hello, old friend.
2:08 AM
When I played my song, you used to sing along,
I always seem to forget how fragile are the very strong.
I'm sorry I can't steal you, I'm sorry I can't stay.
So I put bandaids on your knees and watch you fly away.
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and we will never be as beautiful as we are now.
07IP04- thank you for the memories.
I have never known a class like you guys- so yeah we have our trivial tiffs and yeah we get on each other's nerves at times, but you know and I know that in the end we really are one big family; and I would die for you guys.
sitting there on the couch with you guys, playing blatantly kiddy games like dressing up the guys and all those hand games and laughing over the silliest, simplest things-- I realized that I don't need the high life to be happy, and bigger isn't always better, and sometimes the simplest things make us the happiest.
you guys have showed me the kind of love i won't easily forget.
here's to two years, and the last time(?) we'll be this way.
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yesterday: the most memorable night ever.
went out with Maxy and Ting.
we're awesome at being stealth.
hung around Boat Quay and headed up to Silver.
which was okay. they treated us nice and stuff; and smoke machines're always cool. ;)
in the end, though, we decided to make an early exit and then I called Solo and he brought us on the Tour De Royale of Boat Quay. (ty, that was an incredible experience and yes, your hair is tres awesome)
what happened next will stay mum
my lips're sealed.
(but ftr maxy's scarily good at winning games and poor ting had to drink a lot.)
after everything, though, MaxTing&I headed back down to town ("YAY hoorah for uptown-nesssss") and watched HSM3 at 2.30 in the morning.
Troy Bolton is: the epitome of All American-ness. He's even got the checkered shirt and the blue eyes and the beat-up pickup truck and everything.
I think it's pretty cute how apparently NJ IP's being renamed Junior High and Senior High because Mrs Cheng's granddaughter's crazy over HSM.
Next year >> straight through to senior high, yo.
went back to Maxy's place (it was about 5.30am by then) and realized (!) the door was bolted from the inside so we fell asleep in Maxy's backyard. stumbled into the house with dark eyes and night-tangled hair at 8am and fell asleep in various corners of Maxy's room.
the shh part was the funniest part.
gawsh i still smile when i look back on it now.
what an experience for the three uptown girls.
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pictures from 4am at Boat Quay/Orchard.


...i look tall here! :D
...and also, oddly enough, as if my head's been dislocated from my neck. :/
oh well it's a Tall People Problem.






because summer hair = forever young
and being sixteen = invincible.
