


It's weird not hearing the voices I've been (positively) bombarded with the last 7 weeks or so.
I really miss the mornings I would wake up with Lydia and Tab still sleeping like pigs.. and I'd have to wake them up with my loud but very useful sneeze (: As well as having to deliver several blows to their lazy bums with a pillow.
I miss the times we played lan together.. and my heart would beat so fast because I was using such an exciting hero in DOTA. Then Lydia would use her idiotic Zeus with an ulti that's an absolute legal cheat. Tab would use her stupid lizard that's spits green 'snort-like' stuff here and there.
I miss the late nights at the very beautiful but often ignored fountain. Our meeting point as well as the place where we would part. Too bad I didn't get to see the water coming outta the fountain this time round. I remember it being quite pretty (:
I miss the long long long talks I had with my lovely godsister. Especially the time we drank corn soup from MOS Burger. I feel so comfortable everytime I talk to Joce.. never had to be afraid of being judged cause I knew I was talking to someone who loves me very much.
I miss the prayer meetings and worship practices at Public Mansion. The place we met every Sunday since we were cute little kiddies. Filled with beautiful, entertaining and unforgettable memories that will never fail to put a wide smile on my face. Also, the walks to Shaw Plaza to eat Maccas for dinner and waiting at the bus stop for the not-so-frequent bus '130' to come.

I miss the times we had on the MRT. Where I had to be the pillar, ever so stable and balanced, while the more unco (uncordinated) and unbalanced people clung on to me. The times I stepped on the feet of random singaporeans, only to get a hostile 'TSK' and an evil glare as a reply.
I miss the very short youth meetings we would have after tea in church. The random games (Hai dai, hai dai, hai dai..) and the praise sessions really made me feel bonded to this very special family. Just the smiles on everyone's faces and the fun we could have together despite all our differences was really heart warming.
I miss getting bagged for my absolute dumbness. Like the time I tripped at the bowling alley and got a bruise on my chin. The black mark that caused hours of humiliation and taunting from my dear, loving friends.
I miss looking over the letters that I wrote to Lydia over the years and finding out that I was loved more than I thought I was. Too bad I've to wait a long while before I actually get those unfinished presents.
I miss having talks with my dear cuzzie into the wee hours of the morning and just having her by my side at every family gathering. Talking to her on the phone to arrange where she should go and where she should stay almost everyday. Her smiles everytime my eyes started to well up in tears and how she would always care.
I think I should put the rest in my dairy (: