Saturday, November 17, 2007;
♥ 10:26 AM
i am either being a paranoidfreak/kiasucitizen/crazyperson/overlyworriedkid or im going though a way,way too early mid life crisis.
i never got over something.
i dont think i ever will.
schools out. was supposed to go for dinner last night; i was thinking of iggys, but dad had to stay for some p6 campfire. breakfast today would have been breakfast if there wasnt any p1 orientation.
so ytd. CONGRATS ESTE AGAIN! Miss Best Conduct.(=
went for bubbletea w/ agnes. walked to prime mart cos the other one was closed. i could have walked through the park and turned right, but i followed her all the way anyway. agnes: next time we have another 1.6 run, i'll make you run slowly w/ me!
i hope i dont have to go to amara today.
i think i cant listen to rock music all the time. like now. im listening to because you loved me. it just doesnt seem right to listen to rihanna right now, does it? carrie underwood is pretty good. the first album, i mean.
i wish i was in sausalito right now.
dont you just love that feeling?
let the biting wind caress your sun-kissed face, while you huddle over hot chocolate, at dusk, while over looking the bay water glisten in the setting sun while catamarans sail by, creating that picturesque postcard-perfect scene you(ie.me) always wished for?
still, life goes on.
i miss the late night spins, the extremely fattening suppers somewhere in the middle of nowhere. ; it might have been woodlands or tuas or somewhere near sports school. the freezing cold coke from that deserted petrol station on the way to raffles marina. i miss those nights, i do.
that message ytd, it doesnt stop me from reminiscing. or looking back. even though i know i cant change it. its everywhere now, and ppl are frolicking to it. it might have been easier to succeed in it if i had only listened to
you.
it feels weird, i miss being p2 too much. its probably my favourite year in school, in my life. it was the year everything was so carefree and innocent. it was the year i could make phone calls at 6pm and start smsing all the way till 2am with you. i know you're busy.
i wonder if you even remember.
flown away
