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Saturday, July 02, 2005
i miss a friend badly.
i miss the way she disturb me.
i miss the way she bully me.
i miss the way she laugh at me.
i miss the 'quarreling' we had about 14 and 16 years old.
i miss the time when she always send me home.
i miss the way she tried to scare me.
i miss the time when we just sit down and chat.
i miss the outing with you.
i miss the time standing there waiting for you when you are late.
you stop msging me when you are bored.
(maybe you are busy)
you no longer leave a note in my phone.
(maybe you didn want to anymore)
we no longer have the chitchat we always have.
(maybe you no longer want to talk to me)
you stop disturbing me.
(maybe you wasn in the mood at all)
what happen?
was it because of someone?
i miss the silly you.
{/5:40 PM}
count on it .