China Doll
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
I cannot get to sleep.
But I'm tired.
I read through all my testimonials given to me by my friends.
I smiled.
They were the ones always there for me. Those were the days I truely felt that the world was wonderful.
I felt love. I felt concern. I felt care. They meant so much to me.
I still remember my Chinese Orchestra practises. Those angels were Cheryl, Bao and Bird. We had joy we had fun. I remembered I broke a glass panel. U guys covered it up for me. Threw away the broken glass pieces. Acted as nothing happened. But we burst out laughing. haha. How memorable.
I remember the mugging times in the library for O levels. Together with my best bud. I was actually amazed how I could concentrate so much in doing my work. Maybe it's the atmosphere, maybe it was my best bud. I don't know. But depsite being frustrated from studying, I've enjoyed those times thoroughly.
I remember the days when me and charmaine, together with other schoolmates, walked to Ngee Ann Sec for Higher Chinese lesson. We purposely walked slowly, stop by every provision to by tidbits. How we copied for our spelling test. Because we never studied. I remembered how we insulted our teacher for being a sissy.
I remembered my class. I remembered where I sat. I remembered what I wrote on my table. I remembered what me and my beloved did during the secondary school days.
Those were the days.
I cried.
I read the testimonial given to me by KaiChong.
When he first called me sweetie pie. I flew to the sky. When he messaged me and told me he buang again. My heart bled for him.
During my O levels, he was the one always listening to my complains, my whinings. He nagged at me to study. Scolded me if i slacked. But at the same time, he showered me with care and concern that I never had. I encouraged me that really motivates me to study.
He said things that I like to hear. Message me sweet things in the middle of the night. Sang for me in the phone. All the songs by Z Chen, never fails to remind me of him. He sang so well. Played mahjong and talked to me at the same time.
- bi shang yan jing ren zhu lei bie ku qi. mo ri qian xi qing liu zai wo huai li-
I read the testimonials given to me by Chris.
We used to talk on the phone till late night. He likes to tell me the story plot of My Date with Vampire. While he talk, I paint my nails. He likes to say that I always turn one round and shoot him. I remember the "too much! si bu liao! liao bu qi! kns! so what! (so on and so forth)" That was the game we played.
He always say wo dui ta bu hao. Den i will retort him " bu yao jiang wo dui ni bu hao. Rang ni ying" He came to fetch me from work send me to work. Be it in Parkway, Bugis or Bishan. I even made my way down to Hougang to have breakfast with him.
How I like to call him ah beng. thou he don't like it. He held my hands at MPH. I didn't really have any change in my expression. But I held his hands too. I watched him played arcade. I laughed at him for being lousy.
-wo yao xie xie ni ni gei de ni na zou de yi qie hai ai ni dai yi dian hai yao shi jian cai neng ping hen-
I smiled. I cried. For those whom I've loved.