Saturday, September 10, 2005 4:56 pm

IF YOU FEEL WHAT I FEEL, PLEASE TELL ME IT'S TRUE

[Rock Ear Musik: Yellow Submarine]
[State Of Mind: -]

Bitching with Zimo at 1 in a fucking morning was utterly fun. I am so glad that bitching is among the appurtenances of my life. Really. When you have nothing left to do on this planet, bitching is the next best choice because... because... because it is the next best choice.

OKAY ZAAAPPPPPP

School will resume this Monday. After a long relaxing holiday, the thought of going back to school is bound to be an anticlimax, no? I have 4 tests coming up you see. And English oral too. So, I'm totally not looking forward to all these. But better get over it and done with right? I'm done with my online maths test and here, I am so proud to announce that I scored 73% for that. Never in my entire life have I scored A2 for maths. Ehhhh. Maths lagek tau! I can't believe that a person who is born to be naturally dumb in maths like me can score A2 for maths. Okay lah, maybe the test was as easy as 123 and ABC and DO-RE-MI but who give a fucking ratass! HAHAHAHAHA. Oh. I heard Cikgu Zainal won't be in class till the second week of term 4. Yayness. Maybe I think I will start studying for Social Studies tomorrow. It is a definate maybe though.

29 19 more days. I can't wait to be on easy street. See me sparkled along the pavement of Orchard Road, smiling and beaming. See me. See me. See me.

Correct me if I'm wrong - I can sense that we all are drifting far apart. Plunged in our own teeny world that used to fill with girlish laughter. Now... the regular bickerings and shoutings at each other that we had. When I think about it now, the memories of us shouting at each other brought shame and tenderness, regret and self-doubt in a powerful swirling mix. I spent some time today looking at the old dusty photographs we once took. It actually reflects the memories of a bygone days. Before the start of a new term, I think it is better for us to cast aside our doubts and hatred and prevent ourself from setting the cat among the pigeons. Like any other human beings, we can be emotionally crippled too. I am merely stating something which we ought to realise since ages ago. Not directing it to anybody. However, if you feel that I'm referring to you, forgive me.

Haishhh. Enough of that melodramatic paragraph. Ohh look! I have pen-pal from Jakarta. His name is Matthew. [Look At Someone]. I find it very funny because I keep using the word 'kok' and 'dong' throughout our whole chatting session. Heh.

It will be 2am in 4 minutes and I have to get going now.

Good morning darlingness.