December 2011
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No one really knows what you do to me. Not you, not even me. But it’s just something.
I’m sorry you think I let you go. I’m sorry I thought you let me go. I guess we just weren’t meant to be. So just friends it is, then.
(please never never read this)
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Well, this is the prerequisite ‘goodbye 2011’ post. This year has been insane. It was both the most tumultuous year in my 18 years of existence on this planet so far, as well as the most crucial (given the Asian mentality that has been driven into me since young that the A levels is pretty much my stepping stone to the rest of my life). The combination of “tumultuous”...
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Well last night was insane. Everywhere was packed. I went from Zouk to Clarke Quay in the hopes of getting a drink or two to calm my nerves, but in the end I just ended up by my poolside with a great friend, drinking from the bottle of Bacardi from my Great Duty Free Dash when I came back from the US. That resulted in lots of tears, laughter, urges to do ridiculous things like swimming at 3am...
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I will tend to repost certain posts multiple times. It’s not because I forget that I’ve reposted them before, but either I really like them (it’s a well-taken photograph or a good quote), or they represent a memory I want to keep alive.
