And you don't even read this, but,

Happy birthday!

to celebrate your existence-

and 12 years of our friendship.... (goodness, we're that old?!)

I cannot put into words how special your existence has been to me-

sometimes, I even think I did poorly for PSLE so I could meet you.

If I were a man, I would/could love you, and we could be happy together forever (or so sometimes i would think, in a silly way), but I'm not, but we're still awesome.

(aside from my mother) I think you are the single best thing that happened in my life.

Happy birthday, and I hope you can be happy forever.

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sometimes, when you talk to people, they give you the feeling of-

wanting to get something.

it's like, they have a question, a thought, a seed of doubt.

something about you, about your life, about your whereabouts; that they want to know. And they (rather smartly) formulate their questions very harmlessly, and in an innocent manner, leading towards that question, awaiting your unwitting answer.

you know it.

but sometimes you answer anyway.

and then that's the end of it.

objective gained, goal achieved, end of story.

that's what happens when people want, but don't share-

sometimes you try to make conversation, put in a few more words, ask questions even-

but you know it's futile.

because everything ends there.

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规律的生活。

其实也不错-

朝九晚六，

一三五休息，

二四六跑步，

星期天爱(不)怎么样就(不)怎样，

爱(不)见谁就(不)见谁

日子也就这么过，

可是，为什么，

还是觉得

缺了点什么？