lean on me. when you're not strong.i'll be your strength.i'll help you carry on.for, it won't be long. when i'll need a friend.somebody to lean on.looking. reading. thinking. seeing. wishing.looking at the photo frame on my table everyday before i go to sch. reading your blog entries and emails faithfully to know that you are safe.thinking bout you all the time so that i will not forget.seeing that you're happy there makes me that much comforted.wishing you were somehow here.i haven't found that someone to truly lean on yet since u've been gone. i'll continue looking. but i know that that shoulder of yours. no matter how bony it may be, will still be the best place where my tears and joys can flow freely. remembering the times when both our phones were soaked with tears when we talked and complained bout our lives, and the expectations we have to live up to. remembering the times when we sat at the playground talking bout the crushes we had. remembering the times when we spent time sleeping at my house, watching late night tv till the next morn. remembering the times when brownies was the only reason we were willing to wake up early on sat mornings. remembering the times when we skipped around the red bucket and making fun of each other after that. remembering the times when we paired each other up with a cute scout. remembering the times when we poured bottles and bottles of coke into the red pail and enjoyed it after that. remembering the times when we sucked up to teachers together so that we could get what we wanted. remembering the times when you would sneak up to my duty place during duty time just to get that few minutes of chatter. remembering the times when we would pull each other's prefect ties when we saw each other. remembering the times when i would braid your hair early in the morning during assembly to pass time. remembering how you would blush when you saw alvin chin. remembering how we had crushes on the cutest guys in sunday sch. remembering the time we had a swinging competition behind our church. remembering the sideway glances and nudges whenever our crush walked by. remembering the window shopping trips to junction 8 every sunday ever since we were old enough to have a transit link card. remembering the wonderful time we had at the chalet where we took long walks on beaches and long chats under the stars. remembering our first serious truth or dare game. remembering how jealous i was when you joined the indian dance and had all the cute guys in it too. remembering how hard i laughed watching u dance the indian dance right infront of those cute guys. remembering how we cried when we received our psle results and found out we were going to different schools. remembering how i got angry with you when u 'abandoned' me for another group of friends on my birthday. remembering how i forgave you after u gave me the n'sync cd. remembering remembering remembering. i'm a happy girl because whenever i feel too tired to carry on, i'll just sit back and remember. then i'll enter a world where all my happy memories reside. and no one can take that away from me. : )
snll drifted away at 6:56 AM
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