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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
i have a secret to tell
Thursday, August 06, 2009 | 2:08 am


today, i have a special secret to share with all of you. yes, a secret.

so you see, i hope all of you know that i am working. i've been working for a few months now and i used to work with this person. we'd go to work together on schedules. sometimes, we plan to have meals before work but we have never met out promises. usually, we're on time. so, we can't really have meals before work. yes, just me and him. and after work, we'd head out for lunch, usually at Raffles because he always have rehearsals at school which starts at 8.30pm. he always has lemon chicken rice and asks for the lemon to be separated into a small sauce plate. we would talk about everything, everyone and anything.

throughout my days working with him, our similarities began to emerge. we like how different fabrics feel. although he does not send me back to Wooodlands, he'd send me bunny texts that would make me smile to myself.

he is a really nice guy because he reminds me not to spout things that will eventually get myself frustrated with. he meets me at night for late supper or just send me milk to cheer myself up.

it has been days since i last met him. i am sad.

and so, what's my secret in a nutshell? i have a huge crush on him.

live high
xoxo