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Friday, July 25, 2008

Asha

Its parent-teacher meeting today but Mum and Dad both couldn't go..next week then perhaps- holiday today! Its been raining the entire week-loved last evening/night:)) Shall post the poem Nicole wrote for me! I'm really touched! LOVE IT:) It brought back every little beautiful memory we made together from the first day we met each other, memories in STC and memories of every single day from January 06 2003 Monday(since NicoleLove had missed 1st week-2days of schl) Feels like I've known you forever! Thank you ever so much Tart, you rock my world!
That Girl.

1.58 metres tall
that was when we first met
We shared toothpaste on the first week
it's you who I seek
Long talks during lessons,
from anything under the sun.
We stood side by side during long runs.
Saw each other in our worst states.
we know it's fate.
You heard my fears,
I saw your tears.
The laughters from afar,
across the hallway of Marie Link.
Your first love,you shared.
My heartbreak,you cared.
Chocolates were part of it.
So were Ruffles and Lays.
It wont make us fit,
but we need them for the energy,
it gives,
to jump up and down
for the capture,
and to fit into the hose reel cube.
Father Nicholas Barre,
he looks over us,
with the prayer beads in his hand
and the Bible in the other,
we walked past him everyday,
to hear us giggle and rant.
I'll take your hand,
trace your name in the sand,
engrave it onto the pavement,
i'll ask the sea to wash away,
all your hurts and troubles.
I'll go through the darkness with you
to tell you that it's alright.
I promise i'll always be there for you,
till we grow old and wrinkle.
I'll always see you through the
happiest and darkest hours.
1.58 metres tall no more. -nicole. with all the love in world.

Incase you're wondring what she means by "and to fit into the hose reel cube", there was once we tried fitting in the hose reel cube just outside the girl's room on the 3rd level;) and well, we did! Nicole's idea as usual! Hehe and I'm so glad I found the picture! Spastic beautiful moments(: It was missing for more than a year!

A best friend is somebody who knows every last thing about you, yet still manages to like you anyway.


let's see...

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