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Monday, March 06, 2006

suddenly i thought of the times we had, the dreams we shared.

do you still remember? we used to talk on the phone for hours, we used to have stupid conferences, like i was listening to the conversation of you and someone else, while trying not to laugh. i used to play you songs on my piano over the phone. (: we used to have so much fun during lunch, at that table, at OUR table. i still know which table it is, i sat there just the other day, but it doesn't feel the same without you.

do you still remember? we used to talk about which univeristy we wanted to go to, we used to talk about how we'll still be together after 10 years. i remember clearly we (you, me and yanyi) all wanted to go to princeton, i forgot the reason though. but i do hope you still remember this dream of ours. this special dream. and maybe a few years later, we'll fufill our dream together.

i still remember my sec 2 eoy compo, i wrote about you. i wrote about the friendship we shared. it brought tears to my eyes, it triggered the memories inside. it was a story so real. that compo got me an A.

i saw you when we were 4. we became friends when we were 9. we got separated again when we were 12. yet, we're still good friends. it's like we grew up together. when i'm with you, i got this feeling that i just can't describe. when i'm with you, i feel like myself. i miss you, carolyn. 5 more days till i see you again.

/ and i can't wait.

my heart still bleeds for you.




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and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.