hot babe is leaving singapore for approximately 5 months today.
come to think of it, it seems like only yesterday that i was perspiring in my dark blue uniform after a long walk from the bus stop into the school porch, adjusting my grey tie with gold strips, self-consciously tugging at my grey skirt, and looking around worriedly amongst the sea of blue.

'hello! my name is hui chiang. what is yours?'

i turned around to face the owner of this booming cheerful voice. behind her black-framed spectacles i could see the sparkle of confidence, but the tinge of insecurity in the corner of her eye mirrored that of my own. i stood motionless for but a split second, then a smile spread slowly across my face.

from that moment on,
i knew i would never be alone.


goodness.
i really dont think i know how much i ll miss her.
there were times we quarrelled and were so cross with each other we'd not speak to each other for days. however insane, we always made up though. i guess this is what they call friendship.
it's been a crazy 7 years. and however far we've temporarily drifted apart, we've always made the effort to bridge the gap.
we've been through everything; the cranky o levels, the drifting jc years, seeing her lose weight and blossom into a beautiful woman, the crazy stint at dragoncity sichuan restaurant battling difficult customers, tacky bosses and sex-deprived chefs, the ntu-nus gap. and now, i wont be able to her for 5 months.
now the 8th year has begun. wife says that it's the 8th year of our friendship, so everything will only be smooth-sailing from now on, because we've passed the first landmark; the 7th year itch! trust her to think of that!


i'll take this as a practice.
because, at least, for now,
when she comes back for 1 semester,
and then has to leave for 2 years again,
i dont think my heart will be able to take it.
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somehow humming urban stereo songs have made me slightly more sentimental than usual.

apparently there are somethings that just cannot be taught, neither can be learnt from experience. i'm still not thinking with my head, and i despise that. that sometimes even though i set out to decide a certain matter, or do certain things in a certain manner, or already decided on certain decisions, in the end, at the very last minute, i still follow my heart and change my mind.


maybe things are so bad they've become a reflex.
there's nothing to hope for, but i'm still harbouring nebulous hope regardless.

maybe that's what being human is all about.