傻小孩，请你别烦恼。
傻小孩，请你别懊恼。
傻小孩，请你别伤心，也别内疚。

我们之间发生的事，也真的不是谁的错。
你不能给我我想要得答案，我也非常明白，也支持你的想法。
感情的事，根本不能强迫。。。 一定要心肝情愿吧。

我还会一直当你的好朋友；需要帮助我一定先举手。
需要支持，需要劝告，只需要跟我讲一声。

由我内心而发的笑容，看到你快乐自然会出现。

傻小孩的愿望，我也希望能实现。=)

P.S. To all my dearest friends who have wished me well, thanks. I'm alrite, so please don't worry yah? Love you all. -hugz-

'Are you alrite?' She asks, taking a glance at me.

So what should I say to her?
How do I even begin to explain how much she means to me?
How the special friendship we've shared has gradually transformed into so much more than that?
How each time when we rib one another abt various stuff, randomly chat abt things, engage in number/word puzzles etc etc, I always thoroughly enjoy myself?
That every single thing I've done for her, the only reward I ever wanted was to see her smile?
That each time when we talked about her suitors, I just silently prayed that whoever she chooses eventually would treat her as well as she deserved?
How many times I just wished she could have the same kind of feelings towards him for me?
How, just sometimes, I wished she would show me some form of expression that she appreciated all I did for her?
How seeing her was always the highlight of my day?

I wished I could, but the words simply wouldn't come out.

'Just a little tired,' I replied. 'I'll be fine.'

And I will be.

想不到最终是我苦着脸。

对不起，可是我开心不起来。

How does one be a 'nice' person?
Cos the thing is, if you're really nice, many times the other person does not realize the 'nice' things that you may do for him/her. If you do something nice, and go out of your way to explain how it was a nice action, somehow, the whole thing doesn't seem that sincere anymore does it? In order to be sincerely nice, ur actions have to be left in a kind of secret, left to the person's intepretation, appreciation and understanding. In that case, its really up to that person to judge whether you're being 'nice' then.

See the problem?

The thing is, just sometimes... I want to be nice... and appreciated for that niceness too. Is that really hard to ask for? I sometimes wonder if it is actually wrong for me to feel that way... does that mean that the niceness is not really from my heart? Not sincere?

Why do I find it so hard to admit it something I feel so strongly about? Am i put off by its uncertainties... by my pessimism?

It is ironic that my thoughts seem to be most sober only when I'm drunk.