Saturday, October 08, 2005
the screen is so white there must be something wrong.
anyway, its been a forage through the past these few days. like the blogs, the tags. the loong talk at Currywok with Di about our pasts (happy and sad). of course, how can i ever forget, the memories of them all. Those that really matter always remain sharp eh, through the sands of time.
ahh. my heart my poor heart. i dont want you to ache no more, so do help me out here too okay?
slumber party tomorrow. hahha.
was approached by an author yesterday at Lido. when me mab and di were all still recovering from the excessive exposure to J.Alba's buns. hahha. ahhem. anyway, the author, didnt exactly look like one at first. definitely didnt look artsy, and i would have betted he was in the science stream all his life if i didnt know better. (okayy. but science students can still turn out to be writers. and he DID say his previous book was on plants. so yarr. haah.) The author (oh, i thought he bore an uncanny resemblance to Mr Ong.) asked for our views on guys. "What do you find really irritating in a guy?" "Any advice you would give to a girl who's about to enter a relationship?" blah blahh.
Guessed Lady Luck wasnt shining on him for him to have zeroed in on a group of pure singles. (always-been-singles.) hahha. we still delivered our shit(there. your daily dose, shiqin. :) ) to him, making personal references to certain boys sometimes. (looks at mab and di.)
oh crap. just remembered. my handphone is dead. cracked, dropped, scratched. The plummet to the ground in school that day was probably the straw. the last one. hahhaha. yar shiqin. u saw it fall too, you saw how i couldnt save it. boooohooo.
so my simcard is now in my mom's phone. but it feels rather foreign. i can still feel the slight pang, note : slight but not insignificant, when i whip out my phone to snap away at stuffs. only to remember all over again the horrid fact.
i may just get the same phone again. if my dad agrees to get me one that is.
my wound is hardening and new skin forms over the bloody mess. been working at my scabs, and one gash has been removed.
soon, there'll be no more signs of the wound, and i wouldnt have to be jolted back to that day whenever i look at it.
bye bye you.
anyway, its been a forage through the past these few days. like the blogs, the tags. the loong talk at Currywok with Di about our pasts (happy and sad). of course, how can i ever forget, the memories of them all. Those that really matter always remain sharp eh, through the sands of time.
ahh. my heart my poor heart. i dont want you to ache no more, so do help me out here too okay?
slumber party tomorrow. hahha.
was approached by an author yesterday at Lido. when me mab and di were all still recovering from the excessive exposure to J.Alba's buns. hahha. ahhem. anyway, the author, didnt exactly look like one at first. definitely didnt look artsy, and i would have betted he was in the science stream all his life if i didnt know better. (okayy. but science students can still turn out to be writers. and he DID say his previous book was on plants. so yarr. haah.) The author (oh, i thought he bore an uncanny resemblance to Mr Ong.) asked for our views on guys. "What do you find really irritating in a guy?" "Any advice you would give to a girl who's about to enter a relationship?" blah blahh.
Guessed Lady Luck wasnt shining on him for him to have zeroed in on a group of pure singles. (always-been-singles.) hahha. we still delivered our shit(there. your daily dose, shiqin. :) ) to him, making personal references to certain boys sometimes. (looks at mab and di.)
oh crap. just remembered. my handphone is dead. cracked, dropped, scratched. The plummet to the ground in school that day was probably the straw. the last one. hahhaha. yar shiqin. u saw it fall too, you saw how i couldnt save it. boooohooo.
so my simcard is now in my mom's phone. but it feels rather foreign. i can still feel the slight pang, note : slight but not insignificant, when i whip out my phone to snap away at stuffs. only to remember all over again the horrid fact.
i may just get the same phone again. if my dad agrees to get me one that is.
my wound is hardening and new skin forms over the bloody mess. been working at my scabs, and one gash has been removed.
soon, there'll be no more signs of the wound, and i wouldnt have to be jolted back to that day whenever i look at it.
bye bye you.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:31 AM.
