Sentimental thoughts...

Okay, I admit, I hate sentimental blogs. And here I am writing one (or going to, that is) *smacks self for being a hypocrite*

Today was just another blah day, waking up feeling crummy ,and developing an exasperating sniffle later in the day. I got on the internet again, and I wasn't surprised to see that under my '-view messages' button had (yet again) a bright orange 'new friend reqeusts' sitting there. Rolling my eyes, I clicked on it, thinking "Geez, not ANOTHER one" As expected, the first request was a friend of a friend, whom I don't know at all. Probably another friend collector, eager to show off to everyone how many 'friends' he (she?) has. But the other was, well, someone I haven't seen in a long time.

And you know that someone has to be pretty important to inspire me to blog. (Jangan perasan, Yap. Inspiring is different from harassing, ok?)

Reading her profile made me ask myself, why the heck didn't I keep in touch with my old friends? In fact, I have absolutely no contact with any of my friends from Kuen Cheng OR Chung Hwa. (Except Yap xP Can I help it if she happens to be in the same class?) Anyway, I smacked myself for being such an idiot who wasn't grateful for having so many friends in the past. I saw that this very girl could, in fact, be my twin.

As an example(s):
-She speaks (or types) in perfect English
-She reads and watches (-ed?) Buffy
-Her writing skills knock me out cold, and that's saying something, ya know?
-She has a peculiar interest Emily the Strange, as I, just as bizarrely, do too
-She reads classics (yeah!)
-She listens to frickin' NIRVANA *You go girl, woohoo!*

Out of curiousity, I decided to take a peek at her blog. And man oh man, she is a kick-ass blogger, yes. And not kick-ass in the Kenny Sia oh-so-hilarious sense either. This lass can definitely write. She doesn't spare her feelings the pain of being bloggefied, as I do most of the time. You can tell that she isn't shallow and self-centered like *cough* SOME people are when they blog. (Actually, they are exactly the same in real life too Dx)

If that wasn't enough, you can tell she is something else when I can remember the content of her last letter to me, which sadly, I didn't respond to. That letter in question, is sitting right before my eyes at this precise moment. It kicks off with:

Well, hey Steph!
    This is a letter for you okay? And I wonder why everybody likes to write "dear Shan Wen," (Man, she got her punctuation right)or bla, bla, bla... ...(And the correct amount of dots too) And that's the word they always use while writing a letter, maybe that is "menghormati"... ...

That made me laugh, why DOES everyone start off their letters with 'dear' or 'to'? Why indeed? That's my favourite 'Wh' question by the way, as my parents can attest to. Why? It's a good question, if you think about it. And don't you dare ask me 'WHY is that so?'

Anyway, tucked into a little corner of the letter there is a little box that reads: 

Beware:
And *name censored*'s a LESBIAN NOW!!!

Awesome.
Sounds just like me when I say: "You know what? *name censored* is GAY!!!" <insert glee here>

The letter ends with a conspirational little box in the bottom right-hand corner of the crumples sheet of paper.

(BAD WORDS INCLUDED)
Extra note: *mei you jiang ni* Which means 'I'm not talking about you' in Chinese.
Those FUCKIN' PESSES just simply take this and read, and I wish that I could kick their DAMN ASSHOLE!

<end of letter>

Sweet. Anyway, it's about to rain (big flashes of lightning and thunder included). I'm going to end my blog post right here, before my comp blacks out and this post gets erased (AGAIN. No thanks to you, Shan2).

Thus it ends, the fucking tribute to the girl who taught me how to curse.

J.L.W.Y.