K, Liping

Lp / Yvonne
moodswings , hyper , exuberant , vivacious , mean .

its not about the big things. The great gestures, the public displays of affection. It’s all the small things, pieced together one by one. Like a puzzle, it’s no fun unless the pieces are small and the challenge is high. The little things in life are what makes life worth living. Making memories, one step at a time.

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life is like a box of crayons. most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. i fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though i've got a few missing. it's ok though, becos i've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. i have a bit of problem though in tt i can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does any one else have tt problem ? i mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling , of articulation.. so when i meet someone who's an 8-color type.. im like '' hey, boy magenta!'' and he's like , '' oh, you mean purple!'' and he goes off on his purple thing, and im like '' no - i want magenta! ''


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to you, Bestfriend
Wednesday, July 28, 2010 6:46 PM


To my one & only Bestfriend.

i was looking at the pictures we took last time,and reading the emails & sms . And i almost cried. Okay i cried i just didnt want to admit it. Its been some time since we email or text each other. We use to do it almost everyday back when we were in the same school. I guess thats why i got emotional when i read it now. Something so honest so true.

And im ashamed that i have not been the greatest friend to you. I love you to death and kills me that youre saying all the part about ending stuff. It kills me that i dont know whats bothering you and whats stressing you and i only get to know parts of it when its all over and you've gone through it. It kills me that i wasnt there and that im not the one to say that every things going to be fine.

Honestly i know it seems like im so far away that you cant even reach me but believe me when i say that im here any minute of the day you choose to pick up the phone and call me. Its my mistake for not looking out cos i assume too much. I'll assume that youre busy and i'll assume that youre fine. And i get things wrong... I want to give you hope as much as you want it. What saddens me is that most of the stuff you said is true.

I remember the big fight, i remember how we pretend that we hated each other and not talk to each other for a long time. It was my mistake and i did alot of shitty stuff but you, kristy was always there for me. Remember how i would call you up on the phone and ask for help ?
I fucked up pretty bad in the past years and you were there all along picking me up. Even when i didnt listen.

The point is, i was at my high and you never left me when the lowest low hit me. Im sorry for everytime that you felt that i wasnt there. But you should know no one is ever going to leave you. I am never going to leave you. This is the most honest post i had dedicate to u since like ever on this blog. I miss us when like we were three years ago,at siglap,at the park,at your house,at my house,at vivocity,at anywhere. But times have change yet we're all still here.

Thank u for everything babe , i love u & i miss u so damn much.
and now im wondering how did we not talk for so long ,,,,, again ?!! & why.