Attention, Pui Chan.

This was written on the 7th. I might not be able to go online on your birthday.

Hello slut Sabby!! You know I never celebrated your birthday with you because you're always away on December. Good for you, I guess. I don't think you don't wanna spend your birthday smell like an egg. LOL.

[insert some sappy piano instrumental love song here]

I can't exactly remember how did we start talking. It was 2005, and I was a new kid in 2 Aman while you were in 2 Makmur. I think I knew you through Zainib (ya ka?) because she was in the choir too and you both were in the same class and... yeah. Brass Bandddd. *pervy smile*

I remember you used to sit next to the window. Everytime when I walked by your class you'll call me as if there was something really important, some exciting good news to tell me (I was excited because I thought you wanted to tell me things about  _ _ _ _ _ _ _ lolololololll what even ksjdfhkjdhskjdh) but when I was finally there, all I get was... "HI."

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It's funny to think back how pissed we were when those 2 so-called ~**MaTuReD**~ 17 year-old seniors called us childish and immature. You call me childish now I'll be glad to thank you for saying so.

But, yeah, we both know, although the feelings are long gone, but they left a deep, perhaps the deepest scar on our hearts.

And thanks to them too, we became sooooooooo close to each other until nowww :))))

Form 3 was awesome. We were finally in the same class. I know we'll be very close for a long time when you call me your retarded little sister. I know you don't remember this but ha! You said this on 2006 Sports Day, I was tired, we sorta' linked our arms walked across the school field and you were like "come, my retarded little sister.." then I looked at you like "whaaaa???" -I wasn't used to all those words back then, I was a good girl (and still is), thank you.

I love the fact that you never missed a single year to give me chocolate on Valentine's Day or Friendship Day. I still keep the notes. :) And the D.I.Y notebook as my birthday present. God, it's lovely.

O rly? *flips hijab*

Garfield, garfield, garfield, Cikgu John, Cikgu John, Cikgu John.
Kalau bini dia nampak ni adalah yang berdiri depan rumah saya jam 3 pagi dengan parang.

Wheee!! :3

It's sweet to know that you actually took time and sacrificed your magazines to make this scrapbook.
Sayang Sabby :)

You know me too much that I have to kill you. You know my weaknesses. You know when I'm faking it. You know the fact that no matter how loud I am seen from the outside, you do understand how fucking insecure I am. You understand my picky-ness over everything.

And hence this book exists on my desk. *wink*

Some girls have 'girlfriends' that causes so much drama, backstabbing and all those shit. But I guess I'm lucky. Yeah, you do stab. But you stab from the front. You know how weak and vulnerable I am, but still, you stab. Because reality hurts and you want me to realize that, rather than living in denial. Do you realize I don't go straight to you when I'm hurt? LOL. I would find Zen or Ema first (or you're the one to ask Ema to find me), the motherly Cancerians :) Because your words sting. They sting, because they are real. When I'm ready to face the truth, then I'll go look for you. You have the right words to keep me sane, everytime.

Thanks for being real.

And most of all, thanks for being there, even though I told you I wanted to be alone, but you're always right behind ready to catch me when I'm about to collapse.

Thanks for being a friend.

A real friend.

What more can I ask in life? I have the best girls in the whole wide universe.

Happy 20th Birthday Sabby baby. Wish you have more and more and MORE awesome years to come :) 

And I hope we'll still be there to annoy each other.