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Tuesday, May 29, 2007


We hang out together every weekend.
We are all different,neither of us is the same.
We fight,we argue, and almost always disagree.
We call each names that would blackmail what we've done.
We know more about each other than our own parents, there are times we won't talk because OC, Real World,or ESPN is showing the soccer highlights on the T.V.
We don't know a lot sometimes, but the one thing we do know, is that when the other ones tearing up, we know when we put everything else on hold to talk to them.

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I miss my brother.
I miss his crazy mood swings.
I miss having someone to gang up with to annoy my sister.
So come home quickly abang!

Monday, May 28, 2007


I was revising my old Malay notes
When I came upon a piece of note that had a familiar name across it.
I found myself rubbing it for some reason, maybe I wanted to see if i would feel anything?
Well I didn't. All I felt was my heart sinking.
The note was probably given to me when I was in primary school.
I guessed I had scribled his name on my notes with all the chaos that was going on at that moment.
Just trying to reminise about what happen that day was just simply too painful.
OH! How I miss him so much!
How foolish he was when he did it!
His image still keep fresh in my mind
I still find myself tearing up when I hear people around me talk about him.
No matter how much I tell myself.
I still can't help but wondered if I had talk to him that day, would everything be different?
I still remember how much pain everyone felt on that day.
It was like stealing a little girl's favourite doll or blankie
Never in my wildest dream would I want anybody to experience that feeling.
The feeling when you are so shocked that all you could do was cry.
All you wanted to do was curl up and just be left to cry.
Untill now, I still find myself looking at the old photos when everything around us did not matter.
All that matters was that moment and people that was there with us
I still find myself holding old photos as tightly and closely against my heart.
I still find myself sitting down and just reciting a prayer for him every once in a while.
I still find myself asking GOD to protect him and make sure that he is at peace.
OH! How much he have missed over the years!
I hope "you" are happy now. Cos I certainly have been praying for "your" happiness.
I hope "you"are looking at me now and feel a sense of pride at what I have become. Cos I certainly was proud of having "you" in my life.

P.S. Anyway people out there, unless your super close to me or your in my family then you would not know the person. So please don't try guessing. Cos it is nt who you think it is.

Saturday, May 12, 2007


Flight SQ 334 from Singapore to Paris has landed.
Ok fine it landed like 2 days ago, but I was too lazy to blog about it.
So my brother went to France for some competiton to represents NUS and Singapore.
Then he is back-packing around France with his group of friends.
So you can imagine how long he will be gone.
So wish him luck for the competiton!
And i am waiting for him to come back with bags full of stuffs for me!
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As we strain to grasp the things we desire,
the things that we think will make our lives better, money, popularity, fame.
we ignore what truly matter; the simple things, like friendship, family, love,
the things we probably already had.