Happy Birthday, my dearest little sister!

Shan't sing the 'cute' birthday song I recorded for you last year.. but still,

Happy birthday my little piggy sister!!! =)

Hope you like your present and birthday cake! =)

A break for a day!

It's been a long time since I've actually had the opportunity of not working at all for the entire day. The feeling of lazing in bed, or going with mum to the supermarket, reading the papers in the afternoon is bliss when you've not had the chance to do that in a long time.

On my way to the train station yesterday, I bumped into 2 JC students. They were from 2 different JCs and it just reminded me of someone. Then at the supermarket today, I heard a song that reminded me of you too, simply cause those lyrics appeared in one of the letters you wrote during the run up to A levels.

I almost smsed to ask how you've been, whether you've started on your IA. Of course I didn't. As I've said before, you are no longer my friend, yah? And it's not very difficult to find out about you without asking, cause all I have to do is to glance at your 'infoboard' online. Not that I look at it often nowadays though.. but you know what?

I still get pissed looking at it.

I can see everything is back to normal for you, everything is nice and happy already right? Or perhaps everything that you've complained off was just pure exaggeration, not really lies, but not totally true either. So now that things become fine for you, you no longer need the person who's nice to use when you're down isn't it? When I compare you with another secondary classmate of yours, I would say that even if he has changed a lot, when the need arises, he's still a true friend. Then again, it's unfair to compare the two of you, cause ever since we stopped being uniformed-students, I've learnt that you are not, and can never be a real friend, or, a friend in need.

I really really detest you.. and if I've a choice, I really don't mind deleting a certain part of my memory. Really. Even if your friend reads this and tells you about it, and knowing you, you'll probably be pissed, it's really no longer my problem. Cause I really do want to wipe out my memory.