3 months in. This Singapore adventure. :)
One day at Haw Par Villa
It has been a blurry year. Somehow, I managed to get here. We all did.
It still stings.
I played your songs, used your fonts and stalked your SNS pages more than usual today. I miss you everyday, junkyardkid.
I hope you visit me in my dreams.
That night at Kikufuji with Kar, I was telling you how friendships should have anniversaries, too. The three of us have been friends for almost 7 years and have never lost touch or outgrown each other. At least not completely. I thought that was pretty rare and really special. I still do. We never got to assigning which random day to set it (sayang because it would have been another excuse to fine dine and whatnot). I would have loved picking a day with you. Kar would have just gone with whatever we say.
It was us, three.
And August 12. And nothing ever being the same.