I still haven’t reformatted the computer, nor has my health totally returned.

I wasn’t going to blog, but I’m on the verge of tears now wtf so I shall.
For the past 3 years, Angela Luo has been my sister, best friend, roommate, mother, classmate, co-worker, clubbing mate and double date partner wtf.

People told us not to room together, best friends almost never work out living together.

But we’re the best roommate on campus.

The only time we ever got annoyed with each other was when I was watching Desperate Housewives on tv and she wanted to watch some Taiwanese variety show on her laptop.

She put up with my messiness, despite being the clean freak she is.

She forgave me when I dragged her through the snow to the art musuem to borrow art supplies, but couldn’t find any and later discovered that I had only dreamed that they had supplies available.

She even forgave me when our shopping trip to an outlet mall got called off because I broke our friend’s car window.

She’s the person who dressed up as ganguro with me to cheer ourselves up after not being able to go shopping.

She’s the only person I won’t get angry at if we both buy the exact same top.

She’s the person with whom I exchange headphones with and play the same song on our respective mp3 players so we can listen to the same thing together.

She’s the one whom I walk around with attached like siamese twins by our headphones.

She’s the one with whom Prindle sensei and Trey and the rest refer to us “the twins”.

She’s the one who, early in the morning when we’re making our way to class, I snap at because she’s talking to me too early in the day.

She’s the one who got fat with me during our first year.

She’s the person whom on Sundays wakes up with me at 1245 because brunch ends at 1315, rush downstairs without brushing our teeth, and tapau our lunch upstairs to eat while watching downloaded movies.

She’s the person who always knows what I’m thinking or am going to say, because she is thinking the same thing.

She’s the one who in the cafeteria, because we both want warm tea, fills up half a cup with cold tea while I half fill another one with hot, and we exchange cups without speaking and continue to fill them up so we end up with 2 identical cups of warm ocha.

She’s the person I talk to on MSN even though we’re sitting 2 feet away from each other.

She’s the one who fights with her boyfriend on the same nights as me, so we both end up lying on our beds in the dark, sobbing on our phones.

She was also the one who planned with Darren to surprise me on my birthday and convinced him to come to America even though he didn’t have his visa.

She’s the one I copied off in Calculus, and who copied off me during Physics.

She’s the person whom I know the most about.

She’s the one who suffered beside me through the New England winters, 8.35 am classes, and not washing hair for days on end.

She’s the one without whom I would never have survived New England.

She’s Ai Kago and I’m Nozomi Tsuji.:)

She’s the one who finds all my jokes funny, even the “GEDDIT” ones that others don’t get.

Naturally the one whom I camwhore with the most.

The one who laughs louder than me when somebody else falls down.

She’s the person who’s the devil when it comes to shopping and always convinces me to get something.

She’s the one who depends on me for her purchases. “Ok if you get that, I’ll get this.”

The easiest person to buy presents for, because all I have to do is buy what I really want for myself.

She’s someone who loves purikura as much as me.

She’s the person I miss if I haven’t seen her for even one weekend.

She’s the one whose fugly bed hair I’ll miss looking at through my thick plastic spectacles with both of us dressed in sweatshirts and wool socks.

I met Angela on the first day I arrived at Mount Holyoke. I was walking by with Mai and Ning on the way to look at the stables (dunno why also I freaking hate nature okay) and Angela was standing outside Blanchard with her luggage waiting for someone to come and pick her up and show her to her dorm.

We stopped by and spoke to her and I hated her at once wtf.

She had on a pink jacket and was carrying a pink DIesel bag (I hate other girls who like pink =.=).

She spoke with an American accent (Showing off your English ar?).

Her voice was damn high and girly (Sour grapes. Why must fake her voice and act cute!)

I thought she would be someone I’d bitch about all year long and hoped never to see her again wtf.

But alas wtf the next day as I was making my way to the breakfast hall, I bumped into Angela who ran up to me and linked arms with mine wtf and asked me to go shopping at Wal-mart with her.

I thought, shit la why is this freaking high-pitched leech sticking to me like glue wtf. But I’m a human with needs, and what I needed was stuff for my room so I had no choice.

Then at Wal-mart we picked out all the same things (in pink), bought the same amount of mirrors wtf and I realised this girl had potential.

We went back to school, did our makeup together and went for some stupid welcome party, found it boring and ditched it, and told each other our life stories walking back to our rooms, and by the end of the night were best friends. 🙂

Much later I found out that the reason why she came and attached herself so quickly to me wtf, was because when she saw me, I was wearing white and pink polka-dotted baggy/bubble socks (yes la I’m that ah lian) and she recognised we’re the same type of person.

To think I owe finding my soulmate to a pair of pink baggy socks:)

She’s the person whose kids are going to be best friends with/marry mine.

She’s the one thing I’ll miss about Mount Holyoke when I graduate.

And I’ll miss her probably more than my parents or Darren.