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So she said what's the problem, baby?.what's the problem, I don't know well maybe, I'm in love love. makes me wanna turn around and face it but I don't know nothin' 'bout love, woah~ |
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about this blog
This blog was opened by Anne Ng to accomodate her mind's silly musings and her daily rantings.Do enjoy your stay here, and don't take what's not yours! tagboard
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prompt: write a letter to someone you think you should spend more time with. Dearest Zi Xin, It's been a while, hasn't it? Even though it seems like it's been only a day since we were wearing those dastardly white uniforms and stealing food from the Pantry, and badmouthing Mrs Loo behind her back, it's been at least a year. Mrs Chan was right. I didn't realise I missed 6K until it was all over. The world sparkles I've learned. There are some many things I see every day, things I want to be, things that tantalize and draw me to them. Things that took me away from you and you away from me and shattered something that I can't really put my finger on. It seems too simple to generalize our friendship in that way, yet I know people change. And I admit it, I've changed. We hardly talk now, maybe the odd conversation here and there. I wish we could spend more time together. I know you've got Table Tennis, and I have Odyssey of the Mind, and we have our separate friends. Everything's changed, and I feel like I'm the only one staring at photos and wondering why. Maybe Best Friends Forever was really an empty promise on both our parts. Did we know then, in all our foolish 12 year old mindset, that we would drift apart? Maybe in some other time, when we stayed in the same crowd, we'd always find each other in it, just to talk to someone who really understands. That sounded pretty sentimental and soft of me. Ohwell. Lotsa Love, Anne |