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Thursday, August 24, 2006
9:40 PM

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you.
And everything that you do,
they were all
Yellow.

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things that you do
And it was called
Yellow.


- Coldplay

'Our Song', as Lynnie proclaimed it. And I remember, that last day, when we wandered around with my mp3, one earphone in her ear, the other in mine. I remember that day, as we hugged each other over tangles of wires, faithfully listening to Yellow. And I remember, as Yellow thumped softly in our ears, when the tears came.

What is a hug to you? What does it feel like? Perhaps, you may be one of those who give and receive them so often, it's like drinking water.
I was never one to receive hugs, much less give them. It may be my dislike for having such close contact with other people besides my family. Or perhaps, it's more like I never once thought of giving them.

What can a hug mean? What is a hug supposed to mean?
A source of comfort, perhaps, from a friend to another. I never thought much of hugs. I once scoffed at them, thinking of them as a juvenile way of expressing care and concern. But maybe it was because I was afraid to give them.

Have I ever asked for a hug? No. I don't think so. Why? I don't know.

But last year, something made me realise that hugs meant so much more than they actually seemed. It made me think of hugs as something that was actually good, not grossly juvenile. And maybe it was this that finally made me realise that if I left SCGS, I was going to be missing out on a lot more than I'd thought. Missing out on friends I'd known for years, friends whom I took for granted, friends who were like family.


It took me six years to realise that.

But all the forms were filled out, and the results announced. And all I could do was just hug, hug and cry.


Never in my life, did those hugs feel so important.

So I'm writing this as a tribute. A tribute to the memory of my friends, to the memory of a life I once lived. A tribute to the regret and sorrow, and to the realisation that maybe friendship isn't that overrated after all.

And it was all yellow.


profile.

rachel sim.
seven-oh one-ninety three.
fifteen.
scgs.
rafflesian!
guitar ensemble!
blogskinner bubblewrap.
loves her guitars.
loves her books.
loves music, both oldies and contemporaries.

loves maroon 5, my chemical romance, coldplay, mcfly, deathcab for cutie, queen, clay aiken, five for fighting, the eagles, elvis.

loves stardust, star wars, lotr, v for vendetta, babel, romeo and juliet, emma, gone with the wind, CRASH, Moulin Rouge, Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Pianist, Back to the Future, Walk the Line, The Departed

loves friends. and chandler bing.

loves david rocco, nigella lawson and JAMIE OLIVER.

links.
Renee
Sara
Rachel Tio
Bala
Bala's other blog
Jessica Chan
Rachel
Natalie
Joy
Joy's other blog
Joelle
Chloe
Denise
Ling Li
Si Yuan
Michelle Teo
Judith
Zeshan
Clara
Stephanie
Lynnie
Trisha
Val
Jiahui
Pan-e
Miss Goh
6sy blog

;raffles
104'06

104 blog
Cheryl(PSL)
Charlene(PSL)
Xian Ying(SPSL)
Ada(PSL)
Liting
April
Priscilla
Wen Yan
Jenny
Jessica
Sam
Qianyu
Rachel Ang
Huizi
Duxuan
Tienli

;205'07

Jiahe
Wan Ting
Irina
Kimberlyn
Natasha
Claire
Diyanah
Ivalyn
Danetta
Amanda
Izabel
Christine
Cheryl
205

;RGGE

Anna
Priya
Ying Jie
Val
Amanda

;307'08

Peixin

Preservation of the English Language League



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