one & only

i am feeling nostalgic
and extremely luckyyy today.

im at HOME on a friday night.
had to miss out on Anju's 21st cos of financial situations
(and to exacerbate the issue, i had to quit my telesales job. BOO)
anyhooooooow,
i was doing my CPP report. (fucking )(&#*)(*#*&^$%&)
and i decided to facebookwhore.
YES. (i am THAT focused)

andddd i saw linn's tag.
(which made me smile to myself. which looks real dumb but only YOU knw. hah)
then i went to her profile & saw her status thingy.
(which made me smile so wide, God forbid- i cried myself silly)

i miss a lot of ppl yes.
meggggg,
my cousin ian dan and jem ALOTTTT,
SD exclusives,
IJians,
josh gerk mo
and who not.

but we always say
i missssss you! i loveeeee you babe.
etc etc etc and the usual 'meet up soon' line i repeat ever so much to convince myself
that yes- ppl still rembr me.

right.
they knw me as 'binny lah! the funny weird one. always blur. sucks at physics (if you must mention). the doctor, that one lah!"

NOW HONESTLY-
who hasnt used that description of me when some random IJ girl or church person askes "who's she?"

righto.
so nw that ive established that,
i'll get to my main point.

no one gets as excited or sincerely happy
to get my letter, receive my present (all the damn way from sg), or what not,
the way linn does.

i rembr we were (and areeeeee) inseparable in IJ.
( i swear you cldnt pay a sniper enough to shoot us down (: )
and even toilet-whoring was a winner- sitting on top of those platform thingys in the st gabriel's toilets.
(HAH. to miss that awful HIGHER-fucking-CHINESE class we had)
and ofcos-
the 'raising-of-belts-till-our-breasts' when Ms Jo Teo spots check our belts in the corridors.
(we were rebels, werent we.)
oh oh oh! mr eric tan's physics class
where sam thot i was the bimbo-est girl ard.
(i wasnt btw. bimbos dont go med sch..... ...... THEY DONT OK.)
heh.
and the letter writin (every ten minutes, i swear) even though we sat "two miles" frm each other (right)
oh oh oh
and the mass on fridays we used to have in the gym.
OHH MAN the peace be with you part
was revoltingly .... sweeeeeeeeeet! (frm all the jostling and kneeding into my breasts frm hurried IJians trying to wish each other world peace.)
ahhh the smell of sweat- no wait, GLOW- after PE
and still locking hands to walk back to class (reminder: sweatyish arms)
as if we would fall and die if we let go.
(to come to tink of it- we probably would have died without each other)

we were perfect, werent we.

every IJ girl was perfect with the other-
it didnt matter how well or how long they knew each other.
we loved.

im sure of it.

and i knw every IJian who reads this will start bloggin abt their own IJ experience
and the lovelies they've became inseparable with.
and we should.
cos' as stooopid as i wish this doesnt sound-
feelings must be voiced sometimes to be felt.
(ironic. yet true)
anddd out of the hundreds of ppl i cld probably pick to write a letter to-
its the ones who really love you
tht you knw its worth the writing and inconvenience of getting to a post office in the shitty weather
and for all this yabbering ive done-
i applaud u for reading thus far
and to stop
cos i got to get back to CPP report-
and cos' no amount of words cld describe the feeling im gettng right nw.

one day,
i'll be a doctor. (i hopeee)
and you'll be a literature professor or lawyer (whichever you choose)
and we'll get married (as much as ilu and wld loveee to get married TO YOu, im afraid we'll marry a proper guy. hahahha)
and we'll have 4358724 babies (cute ones pls. hah)
you'll be the godma of one of my countless kids. (hehehe i insist!)
and i'll be the happiest person alive.

and we'll all grow into different people, in different places (damn australia!),
with different environments-
and we'll grow old.
(the wrinkles are alr starting to bloom damn it!)
but i'll love you.

i will (:

and till then, when im old and saggy,
i'll be missing you.

(: