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Welcome to my blog randomnessandweirdnessisanna.blogspot.com where I try to annoy you as much as possible by not updating even after countless tags.
Oh. Repetition makes me happy.
And yes, there IS a pause button to stop the music from continuously playing in your ear, interrupting the sound of my very annoying voice playing in your heads.
MUHAHAHA.
I'm sorry, Young Eun.
I totally spammed your whole tagboard.
Delete them all, if you'd like. :D
You're a kind "marmi" who invited me to her blog only to be faced with 27 tags of pure craziness and randomness.
I'm sorry, but I'll probably do it again. So I apologise for that too.
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I realised that it was February today.
And that January was over, but I hadn't sent out any birthday e-mails when I should have.
I wanted to just now, wishing you a VERY late birthday, but I didn't know if I should, if it'd be alright.
I had fun talking to you guys, I really did. (;
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Cheer up, sweetie.
When we think of you, we think of hearts.
You might seem like the average girl, but you're super cheery most days, and you make me happy. (:
So, your honour, with all due respect, I seed you.
Singles have more fun, it's a fact.
But you'll never be single with me to annoy you. (:
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I only tease you because I feel that we're close.
I know that you don't eat toes.
I hope you don't take everything too seriously. : P
Basically, I care enough about you, that I think it'll still be okay if I joke around.
It means I'm COMFORTABLE around you.
And I like having silly, weird debates; ones where we don't even know which side we're arguing for.
I know you have hidden depths to you. (:
I want to listen to more of your stories. They're interesting.
When I see you, I feel that you're tired.
I need you to know that trust is really important, for any relationship.
So, DEAL WITH IT. XD
Little cute klutz.
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You. For some reason, we've stopped talking for days.
I'm glad we've finally managed to, though.
I've told you stuff I promised myself I'd tell nobody.
I hope you keep them to yourself. (:
I trust that you would.
Like I told you last night, I hope that even if we both change in the near future, we'd still be friends, though we know it's going to be hard.
I like how we talk from different points of views.
Like we're not only the characters in the story, but the ones reading it.
You make me happy. (:
I'm sorry for punching you.
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We never talk anymore.
I know I was suppose to give a reply, but I don't know how to.
Do I just respond to everything in the letter and pretend everything is okay?
When I say, "We never talk anymore." I don't mean totally.
We still do, but is that really enough?
I miss you. I miss you a lot.
And you were concerned about me. I could see that. My mum kept telling me that too. XD
It's weird how once you'd talk to me about your problems and I still had the means to be cynical about it, and now, I'm afraid to say anything because everything feels so fragile.
Everything feels like it'll break in seconds.
I looked at our old class photo.
You looked happier.
You're still beautiful, in fact, sometimes I'm amazed at your beauty, but happiness brings your beauty to a whole new level.
I miss your laugh.
I don't hear it anymore.
I miss how you'd squeal over what's-his-name, and how I'd try to stop you.
I'd try, but it was all an act, really.
I didn't mind.
I was once on the verge of being obsessed with him too. XD
ALMOST!
Well, basically, I don't want this to be like the others.
I don't want it to be like any other friendship that just goes to die.
So, what do you want to do?
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I feel awkward around you nowadays.
We have TONS OF FUN.
Trust me, when I tell you that, I mean it.
No, I do not think you're boring.
I think that you're interesting in your own way.
And pretty too. (;
I love your height!
Remember how you said basketball supposingly makes you taller? :3
I really want to talk to you now, but you'd probably be asleep. : P
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I like your drawings. They make me laugh.
I know you sometimes try to be hard on us, but you're a real softie. (;
You lighten up the whole atmosphere.
And sometimes though you really annoy me, you have a quirky way about you that can't keep me mad for long.
You're like a whole bunch of oxymorons strung together, forming awesomeness.
It's fun watching you get mad and hit me when I just laugh about something you say or do.
And I like how you sometimes seem to care about me more than I care about you, but never want to say it.
I think you bring a whole new meaning to the phrase, "Actions speak louder than words."
You make me smile.
And laugh like crazy.
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So. Haven't heard from you in a while, but I still check on you everyday.
Yep. I just don't tag. :D
It's more fun that way, don't you think?
(Or completely stalker-ish.)
Congratulations on being head! >:]
I like purple.
And I like that you like photography.
I'm too afraid to ever meet you, though. : P
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Who are you?
Why do you keep apologising when it seems like you don't mean it?
I see you laugh and stare kind of creepily and then make comments to your friends.
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I keep watching you, for some reason.
But only from afar.
I think this makes it official of how much of a stalker I am, since when I'm supposed to say something, I can't even bear making eye contact.
Isn't it strange?
But then again, I've always liked a little weird.
I think you started to notice.
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It kind of annoys me that you seem like you don't want to talk to me.
But I think I might understand.
I remember you told me about the dentist.
And how we both agreed on teeth.
I didn't even know you then, but I thought you were alright.
And then I got to.
It was awkward at first.
I felt like I was crossing boundaries.
Like you were supposed to be the enemy, and I was never to enter.
You were to be untouched ground.
But I went, and found laughter.
Sure, it wasn't all laughs, but it mostly was.
You're another person that puts a smile on my face, even at times when I feel like I'm doomed.
You might not help much with the ACTUAL problem, but you help with my dying sense of humour.
So, for that, I am thankful. ^-^
I never thought that doing someone a favour could be funny.
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You're the first person I consider to actually be a little awkward.
Not because you're strange.
No, sometimes it's like you're uncomfortable with YOURSELF.
You have different thoughts on how everything should be, but I think you have to open up your mind a little bit.
People have to know you for a long time before they can finally know you.
I only know this, because I was like you.
I wouldn't open up my heart to anyone.
And think about it. If you bottle everything up to yourself, are you showing yourself love?
And if you don't show yourself love, how can you possibly show someone else by loving them?
I remember the first time I met you.
You were quiet, but we talked.
And now, we talk a little more.
But I have no idea what's going on really.
I really want to help, but I don't know if I should.
Stop being racist!
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Aww. You're not as violent as people think you are.
You're a little cute, really.
I know you've got a lot of thoughts going on inside that pretty little head of yours.
Yes, I said you're pretty.
Because you are, and you shouldn't let anyone be able to let you think they ruined you.
I like that you draw too.
I like how unique you are.
When you show me your softer side, like the times we've shared stories of our childhood together, it makes me happy.
It lets me know that other people are wrong about you.
You're a really sweet girl.
I dreamt of you in a black dress and sparkly headband.
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Hm. It's weird how even though I'm never talking to you, I feel like I am.
Or, I wish that I was.
I think about you an awful lot.
I feel like sharing almost every thought I have with you, because I know you try your best to understand.
You're an interesting conversationalist.
You actually humour me, and answered some of my most weirdest questions.
I don't know why you avoid some of them, though.
I'm like a kid around you, but sometimes I like feeling that way. I feel protected, in a way.
Other times though, I wish I would just stop myself from talking.
You've helped me a lot, no matter how much you think you haven't.
You're a person of many talents, really, you just never admit them.
You helped to inspire me a little bit. (:
You constantly encourage me, and I sometimes wonder, then stop myself.
I'm happy I met you, though we had a rough start.
I just wonder if you'd ever remember me, and if I meant nearly as much to you, or if I'm just someone you've talked to.
I used to be more comfortable with your voice.
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You're like my guide to getting older.
A lot of things I tell you, I don't tell the others.
We've read the same books, and liked them.
We've watched the same serials, or you tell me about them, and we love them.
We've traded movies, and thoughts on the acting, the plot, everything.
I remember the first time you helped me. I know you didn't remember my name, so you've probably forgotten, but I was new and felt lost.
And then I saw you, I asked where it was I needed to go, and instead of just telling me like any normal near-stranger would, you actually brought me there, helped me to ask everything, and only went away when I was done.
You're really awesome.
You're a big sister, and I look up to you, even though we have a different opinion on some matters.
But still, you're awesome, and I know you know that. (;
I like your smile and the way you talk.
You've got style.
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I've mentioned almost nothing about you.
Sometimes, I look to you when I want to be heard, and right now I'm wondering if I treated you fairly.
I feel afraid to be trapped by you, because of how I thought I almost was once.
I think I'm wrong.
There's still something discomforting about being around you.
Sometimes you really annoy me. It's not what you do to me directly, but sometimes little things like your mood, or what you say. Oh. And the bigger things make me feel like screaming at you.
But overall, I don't dislike you.
You can be a really good buddy sometimes, but right now I'm keeping a distance from you.
I think you can tell.
The windows are nearly empty these days, or always closed.
It's strange, seeing how we were once so close, but probably for the wrong reasons.
I was afraid.
But I thank you, anyway.
I've learnt so much from knowing you.
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I wished we talked more.
I tried. I really did.
I really wanted us to be as close.
But is this what time does to you?
Is time what makes people turn into strangers?
Maybe, but even so, I felt a glimmer of hope.
You didn't know how happy I was that you asked me why we never got to meet.
I didn't know if you wanted to.
I thought that any closeness or recognition was lost, and to be gone forever.
I thought that it wouldn't work anymore.
In a few months, I'll see you again.
We're kind of different people now.
But I still remember, and always will.
I don't want to forget.
You were my first real best friend.
I know I should say my real best friend is God, but I knew God sent you to help me through rough times.
And you did.
You did an awesome job of it, that when I left, the reason I changed so much was also because I missed you like crazy.
But it hurt when it seemed like it wasn't going to work out anymore.
I hope it does.
I remember the duck cup, the photos, broken earrings, misplaced things everywhere.
I remember the love you had for your family and animals and how much I admired that.
I'm glad you've stopped saying "nevermind" to me as much. But I'm picking that up now.
"What did you say?"
"Nevermind."
"JUST SAY IT, WILL YOU?!"
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Our friendship is strange.
No, not in the way that we can share food, but not want to talk for days after.
We're just a pair of weird people.
But we have fun.
You can bring out the cynical side in me, but you always tell me you're laughing.
Makes me wish I was there to hear it.
You said you were reading all my blog posts, but a while before that, I was worried you were different.
We've had awesome times. We're not extremely close, but we have that just enough amount of closeness that allows us to talk about random things, make sense of it all, and not think that eithier one of us is weird or crazy.
I think we just like the novelty of it all.
You're about one of the first few people I've met who says they laugh at everything I do, say or write.
I hope you still have that weird obsession with food.
I don't think my heart could take it if I found out you had really become a food disliker.
Non-food dislikers rock more.
Non-food is not worth talking about.
Royal berries.
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