I don't usually cry before friends.

Unless i am really really really shattered. Inside.

I'd like to appear as someone with smiles awaiting.

I'd like to be someone whom others remembered as "Oh... She's the happie one"

I'd like to be the one who always bring laughter to the group.

I don't even mind my friends laughing at me. For a good reason of cos.

And i don't like others to see my tears. I think it's a pretty ugly sight.

Not even someone like my boyfriend. Or my best friend.

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but last night as my tears strolled down in the arms of Fren,

i surprised myself. i shocked him.

everything was in a happie note. until i spoilt it.

Like the weather, i couldn't stop it.

Fren asked what happened. Sorry, but i couldn't explain it.

On our way home, i fell asleep while he was driving.

This was the first time silence was so heavy between us.

All of a sudden, i don't even feel like talking. So unlike me.

I woke up, turned around,with a happier tone i said, "Let's go steamboating next week!"

"Nope," comes a determined voice."Unless i pass my Ippt first."

You don't know it.

For that second, something inside sprang apart.

My heart.