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Thursday, December 13, 2007

the fatigue i suffer yesterday worth it i guess..
the sentosa outing was incredibly best..
it was as good as last year..
the feeling of sadness and emoshit is never near..

we had lots of fun by the sea..
and i found out that some people does not like pea..
i donnoe why but to me it taste great..
after the fun, Long John Silver is the place where we ate..

time to go home everyone felt tired..
sure not me cos tomorrow is the day i've waited..
its my anniversary for 16 years of living..
encounter lots of problem while growing..

i messaged you on the way home..
you ask me to call since you are alone..
your voice seems to be sobbing..
after a long time you have been crying..

you cried and i comfort you..
telling me the problems you have gone through..
exactly at 12am you wish me a happy birthday..
you are the first one who wish me today..

i'm totally touched that you wish me through the phone..
talking to you keep me not alone..
its been awhile since i heard your voice..
its music to my ears instead of noice..

on my birthday i stayed at home..
who cares since i'm going overseas with my homies..
late afternoon went over syahrul cribs..
waited for jared while eating tibits..

he came and we hang at our usual spot..
the place where is near the parking lot..
eat bread with tuna and also nutela..
while singing the song umbrella..

but things started to get emo..
birthday boy is here to bring up the tempo..
we had fun making jokes again..
and luckily it doesn't rain..

this poem summarise everything that happen yesterday and today..
may all readers have a nice day..

your voice are music to my ears..
and you thought me how to overcome my fears..
i still do love you like the past..
i'm just waiting here till you asked..

cheering people is what i love to do..
take care...
have a nice day..
santiago signss off..


11:42 PM

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