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yingxuan
singapore polytechnic (dac).
Sunday, November 30, 2008

i know i haven't said much about what happened to her.
to me she was a friend but to them she is a wonderful senior, a wonderful sister.
i wasn't really that close with her, but i do remember the times when she was there for me...
she was there for me when i cried, there for me when i felt so miserable.
she was there to tell me to always think of the brighter side of things.
she was there to even ask me not to skip my meals...
but i wasn't always there for her, i wasn't there to sent her off

it has been days but after reading jiahui's blog
i cried and i think about the times i have spent talking to her.
it has been years since i talked to her,
and i have regretted not talking to her for that long period of time.


happy belated birthday guoxiong
happy birthday kaixuan