Where on the earth are you? I've been missing you big time. Where are the nights when I squander about two hours of letting my pen dance on you? I remember those nights, those beautiful nights, when I just lay under fuzzy light, and let my lush and free imagination plug away, so that I could have something to scribe on you. Those days, when all was young and blossoming. When butterflies inside the stomach is a common thing. When smiles can tickle pink. The scent of puberty. And when my stories were hot issues. Wink! Those spontaneously-written novels of mine, when I think about them I'm having goosebumps. With those corny stories about young love, friendship and all. And with those goofy drawings, ha-ha. Am I trying to be a mangaka? Those times, when you, my notebook, was the most popular thing in the class. Those silly times, when my classmates were upset for not updating you. Those awesome moments, after reading, they leave cliffhanged. Hihi. On behalf of my old classmates, I thank you for the memories, the tears, the laughs, the squeals, the giggles, the sighs, the thump-thumps, the fantasies, the cheers, the oh-nos, the arguments, the alliances, the heartache, the heartbreak, the bliss, the tingles, the tangles, the flutters, the gasps, the nail-biting and the fun times.
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