Friday, December 3
just remembered i promised to do this some time ago. now i'm doing chris first because she's leaving first. and i don't want her to forget me. chris i swear, if you dare to forget me, if you don't invite me to your wedding or anything important like that, i am going to stand over your grave and sing all the songs that i love and you hate. i swear..
anyway. christine, the original class bimbo, from whom i inherited my occassional flights of bimbo-ness. i've got to say something. thanks. for everything. for being there for me no matter what, for teaching me to eat ruffles with mayonaise and hash browns with pepper. for teaching me to accept myself. you taught, and i'm trying to learn. but thanks anyway. thanks for shopping with me even when it makes you tired to think. thanks for buying that purple denim skirt when i asked you to go along for the interview we never had. thanks for bursting into my life, thanks for invading my house, thanks for taking over my kitchen.
i don't know how i'm going to get on without you next year. different continents, different time zones, different worlds. i won't have to fight for my own food anymore. i won't have to share my bed and blanket and pillows and bolsters and stuffed toys. i won't have to put up with my wrist rest being squished within every inch of its being. you call it moo-moo. but sweetie, i named it pooky. i'm going to miss you. i'll miss someone being concerned when my migraines get out of control and i can't sleep or do anything. i'll miss someone actually thinking that i can play the piano. =) you know, you're the one person in the world besides my family who's heard me playing during my piano lessons. and you still think i can play! i am amazed. thanks for the les miserables book. i just played it. and i'll always think of you whenever i use it. i'll miss hearing about your 'abs to fats' campaign.. whoops i mean 'fats to abs'.. yeah we all know which way it goes when we pig out together. i'll miss suanning you. it's less fun without your insulted expression. when we're grown up and earning our own money, and you come back to visit, let's go for another manicure together.. and this time throw in a pedicure okay? and this time i won't let you smudge your nails. let's watch disney movies again, so i can tell you one more time exactly how stunningly handsome prince philip is. maybe by then i'll have mastered romance d'armour. and i can sit on your sofa in my swimsuit again playing it and eating pizza. only this time let's cut out the corridors full of cockroaches okay? they still give me nightmares. maybe by then you'll have found your soulmate. i hope you have. remember when we were young and naive and neither of us knew what a soulmate was? we thought it meant what it sounds like - friend of your heart. remember you happily told me in sec1 that we were soulmates? i didn't understand, so i didn't disagree. we were so similar. then. it seemed like we knew each other from a previous lifetime, but that wouldn't have been possible. well. then we found out what it meant. and now we say eeech. hahaha. but you are the friend of my heart. i have to thank you for lit once again. i don't think i would have had the guts to go for it without you by my side. and if i hadn't.. i'd probably be pursuing a science course right now, and feeling that something's not quite right. thanks for believing in me. thanks for putting up with the songs i love. be careful with yourself over there in perth.. the world's so big and nasty, and you've always loved that hint of danger. don't let anyone break your heart, or i'll go over there personally and dig his liver out with a butter knife and serve it to him fried with oyster sauce for dinner. and most of all.. don't forget these four years. it's been the best four years of my life. honestly. if i can have another four years like these again, if i can ever find friends such as those i've had, if i can just feel as loved all over again.. life's cup would overflow. i'm pretty sure you love us too. =) or am i pushing my luck? well it doesn't matter, we all love you anyway. even though you make such a big issue of being flat. you've got nice legs! flaunt them. safely though. and your charisma will get you anywhere. i love you. *huggies one more time*
your song: who do you love, moffats.
it must've been love.
9:13 pm
xoxo
