smaller eyes.

i cried.
i didnt wan to cry, coz i kept thinkin 'this isnt goodbye, this is only 'see u later'. i didnt wan to sing noman, i kept tellin gab 'no dont, its silly' but yeah, we did sing noman (sorry i was so imposing, gab) n then i felt lk cryin. i didnt really sing much coz i can so feel how no sound is gonna come out of my mouth. then when mary came over n hugged us, sayin 'hug for special ppl', the tears just kept flowin. even when she went inside n was at the desk i was cryin uncontrollably. memories of germany just kept flashin bck at me, n i was thinkin how we'll have to play mahjong with only three ppl, german bridge with only three ppl. no one voice out the vulgarities tt we all wanted to shout out loud. the times i spent with her gracia mich was one of the most 'liberal' times i ever felt. all the laughin, singin, harmonising, silly jokes, cryin, my god i felt lk we were in our own world. we didnt have to wait for anyone if we didnt feel lk it(which was most of the time), we just went arnd ourselves n had fun. its nt tt i hate the choir ppl, but i just love them more.
even when she was gone i was still cryin, n i kept tellin myself 'stop jy, this is so silly.' i wan to be selfish n tell her nt to go, its gonna make my life less perfect, but then again, i noe she'll be happier there.
love u mary. take gd care of urself. n the mahjong cards!
gary tan n mark chay arent even impt anymore.