L-O-V-E

Today I'm going to write about my boyfriend. Every single thing about him. Not that he cares about it but I just sorta want it in black and white somewhere. I'm the romantic in the relationship, not him. Plus, I enjoy writing. As quoted, he's as likely to entertain me with romance as Bozo the Clown. AKA not happening.

But that's besides the point. So now I'll get started.

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I'll admit, when I met him for the first time in real life, I had no idea who he was. I just knew that he was a friend of my friend, Bryant.

So at that point of time, it was nearing Christmas of 2012. Bryant (BT for short) wanted me to help him pass something to a friend of mine who was about to fly to Hong Kong and study there. He wasn't free that day, so he asked James to meet me instead.

He introduced us on Twitter the night before, so James and I tweeted a little hello to each other out of politeness. But honestly the only thing that was in my head at that point of time was, "Who the fuck is this?" James later told me he shared the same sentiments as me. Cracked me up there.

But anyways, I met him on the 19th of December, if I don't recall wrongly. A day after his birthday. And wow, did he piss me off real bad. Since we were supposed to meet at Clementi Mall, BT helped us arrange the meeting. But when I was upstairs, he was downstairs, and when I went down, he went up. Annoyed me so badly.

When we finally managed to see each other, I grabbed whatever he had to give me, muttered a 'Thanks' before rushing off to my next appointment. I remember it so clearly. He was in full black, black shirt, black pants, black slippers and his black Crumpler.

He also had a moustache back then 'cause his dad didn't want him to shave. But other than that, I thought he was pretty cute if you took the moustache out of the equation.

I didn't think much of it again until we started tweeting each other on New Years' Eve or something. At that point of time, I had a crush on someone else and he was involved with this junior in his school. There wasn't any sort of romance involved – just some good intentions and friendliness on our part.

I started off the school year well and one fine day, BT added us into a group for some reason. Just the three of us. And we were like, "Oh, so this is his/her number. Okay, I'll save it." I started the conversation with him though, asking him about stuff.

He replied, though in a friendly manner. We found lots of things to talk about and one of the things I remember was us replying each other with song lyrics that sounded relevant. It was funny and he played along with me. We started chatting often, with me taking the initiative.

I asked him out for lunch one day 'cause I felt as if I was sorta attracted to him (just a little at that time) and he was having trouble with that junior. So I figured, ' Hey, why not ask him out for lunch to talk about it?'

He said yes and I was really excited. So we had lunch and stuff (I saw him in his Sec 2 shorts, how cute) and his friends spotted us at McDonald's, which prompted them to make suggestive noises and such. I mean, my friends who were there too also did it.

He had to leave for some interview to be Chairperson for his class or something, and later at night I asked him if it went successfully. Of course it did, but I just wanted to talk to him. I asked him out again two days later to 'help' me with my Math and in exchange I'd help him with his Chinese.

We went to Clementi Library to study and with me being stupid, I forgot to bring a jacket. Thankfully he did though, and at one point when I couldn't take the cold anymore, I asked if I could borrow his jacket. He gave it to me to put on, and I think that was the moment where I fell in love with him.

It took me a split second. The way he smiled and how his jacket smelled. I don't know why, and I don't think I realized it until super later on, but it was that moment. After that we just kept texting and we met up occasionally. It was me mostly asking him out though. We started tweeting song lyrics (mostly Taylor Swift) that went like "I was enchanted to meet you" and "Sparks Fly" which is pretty self-explanatory. But it made me really happy, like "oh my god wow he likes me too I'm so excited I wanna explode" happy. He asked me out for our first movie (with his sister) on the 29th of January. I still have the ticket stub!

I enjoyed the movie. It was the Chinese New Year period and we also texted throughout the entire period where I was doing my Bai Nian at my relatives' house.

I felt myself falling fast and hard for him - because he was so charming, funny and smart. He seemed to be everything I ever wanted in a guy. I thought he was sorta romantic too, but he was no sweet talker. I mean, he did say sweet things, but he meant them. It wasn't the overly sugarcoated kind, I could tell.

So I also managed to sneakily ask him out for Valentine's Day. Score one for Valerie. I also met his parents within the first few months of knowing him because I pissed him off by telling him that 'I wasn't the sort of girl someone would want to bring home to their parents.'

Being James, he wanted to prove me wrong. And then he brought me to see his parents. Boy, was I terrified though. Surprisingly his parents were very nice to me and I felt quite relieved to know that they were 'sorta' okay with me.

I remember at that point of time, I was very insecure. I wore contacts all the time and etc. My fashion sense was also terribad. But not like he minded anyways.

So things just started happening, you know? I did most of the chasing, but he was attracted anyways. We were both attracted at the first meeting (he told me he was checking my ass out as I walked away) and I don't know why, but after meeting him (for the first time) I just couldn't get him out of my head.

After we started being exclusive to each other, we slowly started to learn more about the other. He started learning about my eating habits and my friends and etc while I started to learn about his family, the way he behaved and such.

It took us a while to become comfortable with each other, but it didn't take that long either, because I opened myself up to him. I was a flirt, admittedly - and he didn't like that. He tried to mould me, change me into something else, and that hurt me for a long time. It wasn't the "Oh, why are you trying to change me!?" sort of pain, but more of a long, drawn out sort of pain for me.

Because it's so hard to change your habits, him trying to mould me into something else hurt. Like how it would feel if he twisted my arm in a funny direction for a long time, and how I would resist if he did. It was painful and involved a lot of tears and heartache on my part.

After a while, I learnt that he was no romantic. He'd gladly ask me to fuck off even when I was apologizing. I remember clearly at one point where he was really mad at me and I apologized - but he didn't reply. Instead, he subtweeted on Twitter that I was a mood ruiner.

I remember it all clearly. He's not one to soften his words, he's direct and blunt. Up till now his words still hurt me sometimes.

But not all things about him are bad. He's one of the most generous people I know. He'd give and give and give for the people that he knows, even when he might not get anything in return. He's a people person. People flock to him as if attracted to him, like a moth to a flame. He is the flame, and I am the moth. Many others also flock to him because he's a natural-born leader. When he wants to be, his presence is commanding.

He's a natural alpha male, which means that I have to be under his lead. I'm an alpha female, but in a pack of wolves, even the female listens to the male. It took me a while to learn how to be independent yet be under his command. It's a delicate thing and needs careful balancing, but I've managed to find it in the end.

He's a little like me. Distracted by one thing, and then another. But then, when he gets distracted, he doesn't forget completely about the previous thing. He just slowly phases it out or continues it while starting on his new thing.

For a while, we played a lot of Jubeat and Wangan. Then he discovered League of Legends, which he also managed to get me into due to him being on it ALL THE TIME and me feeling neglected + annoyed. Now, he's onto playing cards (decks) which he's gotten me into too. I guess it's a good thing because it's nice to have new things come into your life - like it's a breath of fresh air. Makes you realize how good the world actually is.

I'm now stuck on watching the professionals play League of Legends - because I want to improve myself. He was the one who introduced me to the game - and subsequently, to the players, which made me start watching the North American LCS (League Championship Series), and it's really interesting. I've upped my play by just watching and I really enjoy seeing how the pros play. It's very intriguing and makes me work my brain faster too... but I digress.

He's also taught me many things, such as focusing on one thing before moving on to the next. I admit, I'm an airhead sometimes. I know I'm smart but I tend to jump far too quickly from one thing to another. He keeps me focused on one and reminds me when I get distracted, so that I can at least try to unleash any sort of potential I have. He's my anchor; without him I would just be a boat sailing aimlessly. He gives me direction in my life, something that I desperately need.

He's also extremely smart. He engages me in conversations where it stimulates my brain - and I do enjoy a good mind fucking. We could debate about anything under the skies and we'd happily talk about anything. The way he talks... it enraptures people. He puts sense into everything he says when he's being serious. He didn't even bother studying that hard for O Levels and got A2 for everything.

As his best friend and girlfriend, we talk everyday. Sometimes we chat like friends, like "Hey, sup, whatcha doin" and sometimes we're like "Hey bae whatchu doin <3" it's somewhat different everyday. After getting into poly, I had to adapt to not seeing him almost everyday and it wasn't easy. Now we still try to find every opportunity to see each other, be it him dropping by to see me at work or us meeting for dinner after school.

The amount of passion he has for things surprises me every time. When he's interested in something, he never stops questioning and trying to find out more about it. When it came to things like League of Legends - there were a lot of things to learn. He picked up a lot of things quickly and then he started practicing and experimenting. Soon he became the highest ranked amongst all of us. And for his magic tricks - he would practice over and over again with me until I could find no faults in his tricks.

He's also a fucking joker. I should stick a joker card on his forehead permanently. When he's not being serious, he says things like, "Gay, scrub, noob, motherasshole" to me and it annoys the shit out of me. There was once where I said, "I love you" to him and he replied with a "Gay", which pissed me off immensely. I was so mad at him, I swear. Sometimes when I'm trying to be serious, he refuses to be. It makes me jack shit mad cause like wHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?

Like what The Fault In Our Stars said, "I fell in love the way you fall asleep. Slowly, and then all at once." I fell in love with him slowly, then afterwards I just fell into him so quickly. I was head over heels. And as of now, I still am. I'd watch that boy for ages. I'm in love with everything about him. His hands are so big that when he holds my hand, I feel extremely small and petite. The way he dwarfs me with his broad shoulders. How my head rests nicely on his chest while he holds me. The way he smiles at me when he's happy and his kisses make me grin like an idiot.

He makes me crazy happy. His skin is a little rough on his palm and the pads of his fingers and it feels really nice when he touches my arm or face (very rarely). There's always a constant sparkle in his eyes, the way his eyes light up like fireworks when he talks about something he loves. The way he twitches his nose when he's annoyed and how he always likes to lean on my shoulder.

He's strong enough to hoist me over his shoulders fireman style, and I think that's hot. He's just hot. I love him for his great personality and brain but I swear his body is a plus. And I always wonder why he has such big feet. It's terrifying. He also has a really nice ass.

The best thing about him is that when his hair is long, he looks so fucking handsome. I just wanna kiss him all day all night. I like it when his hair is long 'cause I can run my fingers through his hair and tug on it. It's one of my hobbies hehehhe.

I don't know how he does it, but every single day he keeps me interested. He never lets our relationship get stale. I always manage to find out new things about him that I previously didn't know about. It's like he's got me addicted to him and I need a daily fix of him to be okay. He knows he's got me twisted around his pinky. (Well if he didn't, he knows now after this post.) All my exes have gotten boring after a while... but he's kept me interested for a good two years and six months. Still counting. I'm never going to get tired of his silly antics or his remarks cause every once in a while, he always brings out something fresh into our relationship.

We both embrace change pretty well and I guess that's what keeps us going so well. Changing to suit the times is easy for people like us. We adapt well to new situations and such, which makes us a great couple. With him, I see a future. When I first fell in love with him - I envisioned a future for us together. Sounds creepy, but I knew he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I want to come home to him and wake up to him every morning. Make him breakfast, tie his tie, and have his kids. I felt as if when I saw him for the first time - something in me clicked. Like as if the world shifted into it's rightful place at that very moment - because that's how things were meant to be. And it still is.

He's not one to write me letters, buy me gifts or surprise me with anything. It's not in him. And it makes me sad because I want him to declare to the world that I'm his, you know and etc. He says he doesn't see the need for it, but it'd be nice to hear it anyways. I mean which girl wouldn't like her boyfriend to buy her gifts to show her that he appreciates her? Gestures like writing letters and mailing them to your partner doesn't even cost much money. You may not be very linguistic but sometimes simplicity is key.

Like maybe getting her what she wants and surprising her with it. I mean not like she wouldn't love you if you didn't do it, but who doesn't want some extra lovin'? Wearing or owning something that your boyfriend gave you - it's simultaneously showing the world that your boyfriend loves you AND a mark of ownership. It screams "I'm taken" loudly. I know some people who read this post will ask why I'm complaining when I have a boyfriend and others don't?

'Cause I want it. Duh. It's human nature to never be satisfied because we all know that there are things that can be done. Limits that can be broken. So why wouldn't you set expectations? There is always room for something else in a relationship. Room for improvement. Room for adding on new things to a relationship. The question is not 'why', it's 'why not'?

I hope that he does, but then again hope is a double-edged sword. If it succeeds, you're on Cloud Nine. But if it doesn't, you're at the bottom of the pit. I've learnt to not put my hopes up high anymore. Especially when you directly ask your boyfriend for hearts and flowers and he replies with a direct no. It's pretty crushing.

But nonetheless I love him. Every single inch of him, even the annoying parts. Even if he pisses me off bad, I know after a while I'll stop being mad 'cause I just can't stay angry at that boy. I just hope that he loves me as much as I love him. And I think I'll always want and need him a little more than he does for me. It's a good thing. And all that I can say is: I'm a happy girl.

Thanks for loving me, James. And I love you.

Love? Yes, yourself.

I've had many things that I have thought of writing about this past week but I guess they weren't significant enough for me to really remember them and to blog about it. Because usually I do blog about the pressing issues that are in my heart/ floating around in my brain, and just a minute ago, something popped into my brain. Imagine a sky full of grey clouds and lightning, (thanks to math) then suddenly a white cloud pops into existence there. Sounds pretty cute doesn't it?

Anyway, the title of this post SHOULD have given you a rough idea of what I'm going to talk about. Yes, loving yourself. Honestly, I love myself a lot. I have stretch marks on my ass and honestly - I don't exactly like the sight of it but I embrace that it is a part of myself. After all, I have some other things to be happy about.

I don't take shit from nobody. If you tell me I'm ugly I won't give two hoots about your opinion - because who are you to say that to me? I don't care if your opinion of me is negative. Why should I bother? Your opinion for one does not cost money, does not affect my life, does not cause me bodily harm or any of that to the people closest to me. You can think that I'm loud, boisterous, petty, ugly, annoying - whatever. At the end of the day, your opinion remains irrelevant to the important things in my life.

I used to give a shit though. Over the slightest thing someone might have said like, "Oh your acne is really bad. Why do you have acne on your chest/ back?" It WAS really bad at that particular time, and it got to me. Or when people called me "slut" because I was friends with guys when they all weren't yet. (Girls school, 10 years.) Really? REALLY? Slut? Jesus.

Thinking back, I let those comments resonate deep in my head. It's not good because when the reminders are always there - sometimes it seems as if things never get better. I was always too skinny, underweight, not pretty enough, breakouts, pale, weak looking and such.

One day I just decided to stop giving a shit. It wasn't like I immediately woke up and went like "Oh from today onwards I'm not gonna give a fuck about anything else that people say about me again!" Things aren't as easy as that. If it were, then a lot more people would be less insecure. It started off as a gradual process - where if someone said something bad about me, I'd actually feel shitty for a while, then try to find things about myself to counter it.

Like when this particular friend called me a slut indirectly (I didn't have to hear the word to know it), I told myself that, 'Hey, knowing people isn't that bad. Boys = less drama!' (Which incidentally is true only for GUY FRIENDS that DO NOT LIKE YOU or are NOT together with you, but I digress.)

I mean for every single thing that's negative, I tried to find a sort of consolation for it. Like e.g. acne I'd think like 'It's just the hormones, when I'm older it'll slow down and I guess I just have to keep washing my face & try out different treatments. It won't be that bad!' True enough, I'm 17 now and the acne isn't even really acne anymore. I'm just prone to a few pimples here and there. My face has scars yes, but it's really miniscule.

Thing is, for every negative thing you find about yourself - or others find about you? Don't let it get to your head. And if it's there, resonating in the spaces of your brain and whispering to you every day... find something to occupy yourself. Games, books, movies, work, hobbies. Or you could find the good things about yourself. It doesn't have to directly counter what the person says about you - so long as it makes yourself feel better. Like for example someone called you fat. The person is... say, skinny. She is what you want to be. But then you should think, 'Hey, she's such a bitch. So what if she has a nice figure? I have a good heart and that's what matters. Karma'll get her anyway.'

Unless it is deserved criticism, (which most of the time, it isn't) you can make up weird reasons (e.g. she has smelly pits so I'm better than her) to make yourself feel better, 'cause everyone deserves to be happy with themselves. I mean, you don't have to yell it in her face, but you can be a bitch in your own head. If you're not going to protect yourself, who is? Your mom can't read your mind. Your best friend can only do so much. If someone tells you something and is genuinely trying to help you, let them. Don't refute everything they say - they'll get tired of it eventually.

If everyone were happier with themselves and not criticize others for their size/ color/ shape/ religion/ race... the world would be a happier place. But we don't always get what we want. Sometimes when we try to do something for someone else or others in general, it always seems to backfire. So you honestly deserve to be selfish because your feelings are YOURS, and if someone that doesn't matter to you manages to damage your feelings... something's wrong, isn't it? It's yours. Protect it as if you're it's mother.

But at the end of the day, who is our biggest enemy? Who is our Goliath? And the answer is: yourself.

I know some may be aware, but some aren't. When you're alone, who is the one telling themselves 'Oh, I'm so ugly' or 'She said that I'm fat...'? Yourself isn't it? When you let yourself dwell on things that aren't healthy for you, of course it'll damage you over time. Think positive thoughts, know that you are you for a reason. You can be fat, skinny, average, have no boobs, have extra huge boobs or have a flat ass or a huge ass - you know, it's you. Something that you should embrace. I mean, admiring or even being slightly envious isn't that bad. You wish you had it, but you don't.

There's a fine line between knowing that you don't have something and wanting it, and knowing you don't have something, wanting it, but still accepting that you are the way you are and being fine with it. (I mean, you could go for a boob job if you want to and if it makes you happy.) I am the latter, but I know many who are the former.

People need to understand that not everyone can be the IDEAL woman. Just because you're skinny it doesn't mean anything. It's just something physical. Not everyone can have a badonkadonk like Nicki Minaj's or have boobs like Katy Perry's. I mean I wish I had them too, but it's just a wish. I wouldn't really want to get implants or what because y'know, I've learnt a long time ago that the best way to live your life is to accept and be happy with who you are.

I won't judge anyone who does though because if that's what they need to accept themselves and be happy, then go ahead. No condemnation.

Like I said, everyone deserves to be happy. Even the people I hate. Maybe some deserve punishment but at the end of the day... be happy.

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Here are my wonderful wonderful classmates that never fail to make my day exciting. They're a great bunch of people who know the difference between "then" and "than", plus they never fail to make my day. We all have a lot in common and I bonded a lot with Juhria and Abby cause Juhria's a bitch like me (HAHAHAH) and relationship-wise, Abby and I have so much to talk about.

I'm glad that I came to RP (sort of) because of these people. They were the ones who changed my perspective that RP was some school that sucked and that it was the ITE of the North or something. They are all extremely smart people that probably got screwed over by a subject (like me) and ended up here.

Anyways, I've also recently discovered a brand new addiction: Llao Llao. Pronounced Yao Yao. Fuck, the Sanum tastes like heaven. I mean some of my friends like Natasha say that it tastes the same as yogurt that you can buy from Cold Storage but I just like the frozen yogurt. The taste is sourish enough for me to like it. I happen to like sour yogurt.

And the fruits/ crunch/ sauces balance it out well enough so I get a great mix of sweet and sour in one cup. Tastes amazing. In this photo it's strawberry sauce, it tastes HEAVENLY god I'm addicted. This one was at 313 and I headed to SP a week later to grab it again. Jeez.

Guess who I bumped into there? YES, Bernice Ng! To quote her, "What are the chances of seeing your RP friend at SP when I came from NP?" ROFL accurate. I was like squinting and then I was like  "BERNICE NG!" LOL. Told her to try the Llao Llao and she bought the wrong cup.

Noob shit. Here's her looking sad as I made fun of her. HAHHAHAHAHAH I am such a great friend!!!!! And it's a nice feeling when your primary & secondary school friends bond. Bernice was from OLQP and Pres was from STC but then they could chat as if they've known each other for a couple of months already. Must be an IJ thing.

Alright, enough of me blabbering on and on. Hope you've enjoyed the post! x

Words: the key to my soul.

Everyday where I don't write - it feels like a little part of me is slipping away. Gradually over the course of hours and then days, I feel like I'm fading away. But what brings me back is writing. I feel like writing opens up a whole new world to me, although I don't know a lot of bombastic words. But I still try to express what I have buried inside me, because I like to share this side.

I'm not a very good writer but I love observing others and then describing them. I think there is a beauty in the people that I love and I live to appreciate that beauty - and them, for being a part of my life. Once you hit secondary 3-4, your social circle solidifies because that's the group of friends you'll stay in contact with FOREVER. I do have a few primary school friends that I still talk to regularly (sort of) like Andrea and Bernice, so they're part of my social circle too :-)

Every single day I thank God that I have come to know these people in my life and I will be eternally grateful for their friendship because I KNOW I am a hard person to love, and yet here they are even after who knows how long. I thank them for their tolerance and that's why I strive to put a smile on their faces - it's my way of repayment. I love knowing that I am a source of their amusement perhaps after a long, hard day, or maybe something that I did for them put a smile on their faces.

It feels very magical to me that the concept of friends exists. Some people are easy to love, yes - like my boyfriend - but I'm not. And it surprises me that they are willing to bond with me, rather than people like James that are open. My friends are the kind that usually sit back and watch me too (yes most are like mother hens that secretly watch over me. Bernice, I know you do.), which is pretty cute. They're amazing people.

I'm sorry if I keep going back to the same point, because it's REALLY SO HARD TO BELIEVE. Someone that will love you without hesitation, someone that would (probably & hopefully) take a bullet for you, someone that would save your ass by risking theirs? Not easy to find nowadays. But I'm extremely blessed to be blessed with such great friends, because they'll always be there. You know? This bunch of homies that, at the end of the day... no matter what sort of storms you go through, when you make it through, they'll be there with a glass of vodka (in maybe 10 years' time) yelling 'Cheers bitch!' to you. And if you seem to be falling off the precipice - they'll always be there to catch you in time.

I know I'd do the same for all of my friends. Andrea, Bernice, Gen, Natasha, Prescillia, Jiayi... and if I miss out your names, don't worry. If I extend my friendship to you, you'd know who you are. I don't really have to name all of those names. The amount of gratitude that I have for these people has no boundaries because at some point in time - they saved me from myself.

I was like a ticking time-bomb that would implode eventually - but they defused me. Sometimes way before the bomb exploded - or sometimes right before detonation. But either way, they are all my lifesavers and I will be ever grateful that they will be here to share my demons with me; carry my burdens with me and to go through hardships with me.

Recently my posts have been about cheering my friends up - and to them I might seem like their lighthouse in the midst of the stormy sea... but in all honesty, they are my lifelines. They saved me first, and now, I'm simply repaying the favour. Thank you, thank you, thank you a million times over.

THIS MUST BE LOVE.

For some reason or another - my secondary school friends and I have seemingly had a very rough time in the past couple of weeks. Prescillia had something akin to losing a loved one, and now she's down with a fever + low blood pressure. Not due to that fucker, of course, but I think caused by overall stress and overworking herself. She even fainted during work - thankfully, I managed to catch her.

Natasha's been having bad days too, I can see it on her Twitter feed. I don't know what's going on - her snaps to me have also decreased. I understand I'm not a very big part of her life anymore, but I still keep up with her occasionally and it's sad for me to see her... being sad. It's just not her, you know? She's usually the sass queen and nothing gets to her. I guess the only thing that gets to her is us, 'cause she misses the IJ crew.

I guess they're right when they say IJ friends are friends for life - what we take for granted back then is what we want the most now. 4E was rather bonded, if you ask me. We took everything in stride together and we accepted each other without any qualms - because we all knew we had a lot in common. We were like mirrors that reflected each other, just that the frames were different, you know? We were the same, yet different.

We understood each other, no matter if we liked or disliked the person. I'd give anything to be in the same class as them again. I try to fit them into my life, and they do too. The effort is there, but sometimes it's just our messed up schedules. I miss the way Natasha always laughs at my antics (whether on purpose or accidental) and how she always complains about things. Her complaints are never whiny, but actually deals with very realistic things. Like how boys are such dickbrains and they need to go suck a dick or something. It's hilarious, really.

I spend more time with Prescillia because she's in the same school as me, y'know. We set aside time for each other to have lunch in school, we go to school together in the mornings, and try to go home together. My parents say that we're close to being glued to the hip already. I love teasing her and all, but I just want to be that shoulder for her when she cries. There's nothing that pains me more than seeing her hurt. That applies to all of my friends, actually.

I feel like there's a weight on my back when I see my friends unhappy. I want them to be happy - to enjoy their lives. And if there's any way I can help, I'd love to. I just hope they don't wallow in their sadness/ problems because it really doesn't help much. I see Jiayi occasionally too, when she pops by Starbucks to say hello to me and Pres. It's nice.

Bonny always says hi to me in Jiayi's snaps. She's so pretty (she has always been but wow) now, Jesus. Where's my puberty change again? And my hair's like fried grass.

Ah, but this post isn't about me anyways. It's about my friends.

Natasha recently gave me a present - and she wrote one thing that left a very deep imprint on my heart.

"I love you like a back alley whore loves her next fix." - Natasha

And I love you the exact same way, girl. Simply hanging out with you brings me to an all-time high, because I sincerely enjoy your presence. You always enlighten me with your knowledge, and how in tune you are with the secrets of the universe. You never ever fail to wow me with your words, and I don't think you'll ever stop. Don't ever change.

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Dear Prescillia,

Please take care of your heart. I'll try to keep it as safe as possible too, but everyone tells me that I have to let you take your own steps. I have to let everyone around me learn to move forward in their lives, and I have to let go of some things, so I won't get left behind either. Protect yourself, protect your heart and most of all, protect your innocence. You see the world in a view that I don't. I see the world in it's harshest light, where people manipulate each other for their own gain.

You still see the world in a pure state - where your friendships are simple. You don't need much but simple love and acceptance by the ones you surround yourself with. And that is a very beautiful thing. Please don't change too.


I love you both.