I think,

It started off during the midst of arranging tables for PMR and planting bad karma for people we didn't like, touching the ugly brown uncomfortable plastic tables when the names came about; also the person with such amazing transitions (oh yes) you would hesitate if she was the person she is today - but with all gullibleness and sporadic moments in life, never failing to look good in any photo opp or simply just talking. She's got the upperhand, I think talking with her made some things less awkward. Sometimes I don't remember these things but when I do I remember a conversation when we were thirteen and in the library,

"So your favourite colour is black, are you going to dye your hair then?"

"Oh... Probably highlights, you know? With brown streaks... That might look good." I reply with all the heartiness when you're in a puberty thirteen year old self.

(but then I bet she doesn't remember it because I'm the one with 'good memory' haha)

... And now I think highlights make people look like hyenas, unless you're cool enough to pull it off.

Then some days these situations evade me and I think of her now and how she still talks excitedly, the most outrageous stuff you will ever hear. Or when two weeks ago, I told her that M was the one who ruined my 'welcome home' surprise exactly a year ago and didn't know that at all.

Nostalgia aside, I feel bad for missing it second year in a row but I'm sure you'll have a great seventeenth today :)

Happy birthday, Tiffany Leong slash KPY!

love, your mu tou friend. (sigh this has got to change! grrr :P)