all your bags are packed, you're ready to go
you're standin' here outside my door
you hate to wake me up to say goodbye...

so what did you do? you send me a measly SMS to warn me. i've never felt so loved in my life. thanks hor! what was i gonna say? i'm going to miss you a whole lot. i'm gonna miss not arguing about who gets to be sarah jessica parker with you. frankly, i still think i make a better carrie coz i've got the curls. heh. but then you got her spunk. maybe a lil overdose of it. aw, man, i wish i was going with you. even if it's not melbourne. remember that time we made a pact and we wrote it in our geography textbook about meeting up there in 10yrs time. well, now, that 10 yrs has become 8 (or maybe 7). the years are catching up with us so fast. scary, man. i'll visit, no worries. meantime, i'll write.

yeah, we were just two friends in lust and baby, that just don't mean much
this one goes out to fazmi. don't call me anymore. you give me a nasty hangover everytime you call. don't wanna be hearing your complainin' no mo. it was already obvious i didn't wanna hear from you no mo. and whatever happened between us was so long time ago. let's just keep it that way. and please! the emotional baggage routine does not work on me. it never did. i suggest you take a good look at yoself and suss out what's wrong with you. i think that'll end your misery.