You and me = we.

Dear Tomas,

Don't go to Inter Milan. Italy's not that safe now. And if you leave, I will have NO ONE to look at in Arsenal. You have sexy hair. No one in Arsenal has hair like yours.

Plus, Italian football matches and Malaysian timing are awfully wonky.

Do the right thing. Stay in Arsenal.

Very much scared,
-me-

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The reactions I got when I said "Tomas can't go to Inter Milan! Who am I going to stare at and like their hair?"

"You can try Hleb"

"There's always Sagna and his funky hair"

"No need to support Arsenal, go give MGP some love"

Nonsense.

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*shows father*
"See, I can use chopsticks to take this watermelon. So clever, no?"
*watermelon slips out of the chopsticks and falls to the floor*
*shows unimpressed face*
"Oh, maybe I'm not so clever after all"

I'm a pro at eating with chopsticks already, okay? Better than the brother.

So don't make fun of me. I mean it.

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I hate it when it rains on Tuesdays.

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I think my stomach muscles are weak. I've been having cramps at the sides of my stomach for the last 4 days and I don't know what's the cause.

I'm just guessing that I have weak muscles in my stomach.

Is that even possible?

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I've been having some odd dreams lately.

I don't know whether it's a good or bad thing.

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I don't want to help you anymore.

I hate it when you ask me for help, I'm supposed to give it to you, but when I need a favour from you, you ignore me completely as though I don't exist...

To me, people like you are just parasitic beings.

Why am I ever so helpful?

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I love you for finding THAT particular CD for me.

You mean the world to me.