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i was lookin for my long-lost undies in my closet jus now
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and i accidentally came across tis bag of old letters and photos i kept ...
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i opened it up and read all the letters while waitin for my photoshop trial to download..
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they were all from this guy i used to be with last time..
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oki.. tt was lik donkey years ago...
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aww.. i didnt realised they were so sweet...
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haha...
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lil boys are realli good at wooing girls i mus admit..
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at least he was sincerely-sincere...
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he hand-written all the letters and even drew ...
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tts cute..~
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its veh heartwarming to have all the memories rushing back to my forgetful mind..
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i felt as if time travelled in the speed of light..
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*zhng~!*
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And everyting has passed..
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everyone has changed..
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everyting is nv gonna be the same anymore..
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its may be a good ting cos it means tt we all have grown
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be it taller, stronger, prettier legs or bigger neh neh...
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i suddenly came to realise tt its time to learn to appreciate the tings ard us.
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be it ur family, the uncle at the mama shop
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or the ti co pek who likes to throw dirty stares at my supermodel legs...
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everydae as i grow taller, fatter or stronger...
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my parents are growing older, weaker
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and of cos richer... * $$ ke-ching ke ching ~ *
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*er hem* ... those CPF and stuff... u know it.
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i've also found photos when i was in primary sch..
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and realised that many of the photos i coincidentally stood beside shiwei...
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i've nv noticed tt...
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but as i looked at those photos and looked at the pics we took less than a month ago.
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the peeps are the same.
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but the everyting else changes.
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its SCARY to witness how much tings can change..
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I CANT EVEN STARE STRAIGHT AT MY UGLY OLD PHOTOS
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oh my dear God.. i m so ashamed.
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u mus be terribly drunk when u created me...
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so todae will nv be lik ytd.
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and tml is nv lik todae.
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stop throwing tantrums at ur mommy
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or some may be ur daddy <<< * well i WOULDNT dare*
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well.. at least lesser of it..
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ppl tend to get pissed off with the person who is Dearest to u.
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since she's dear to u. den don let her get all the worst shit all the time.
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well..
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spread some to ur neighbours' kids if u have nowhere else to vent it..
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take tis for example..
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if ur mommy and ur fren spilled the same cup of water
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over the same essay u were supposed to hand in tml
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u'll definitely scream ur head off at ur mom,
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tellin her how much u hate her and how annoying she can get...
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and ur fren the most get a " omg! nvm nvm its oki..."
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and the most bed her bf behind her back. *hiak hiak*
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i noe i noe.
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ppl will be lik :
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" come on~ we've seen lik thousands of essays on tis issue. so what? does time stops jus becos u've wrote tis? does ppl learn to treasure time more jus cos u sae so? no way..! u're freakin wasting ur time as u wrote tis. THE POT CALLIN THE KETTLE BLACK! "
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ya.. ! i agree...!
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So...
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I FUCK U!
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BYE BYEEE!
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