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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
the lighter to your ciggarette
The haze has made humidity levels gone 37516498 notches up and the fan,in my brother's room is going everywhere but at me.So with the humidity levels up,it means that I gulp down about 50 million jugs of water at every break-fast.Where's all the raindrops when you need some.
And what's the Fasting Month without loads of good food from Geylang(now what have I yet to gobble down),cookie-baking (which I've yet to get down to) and some spring cleaning (but more like ransacking the whole house and throwing junk out).
Speaking of spring-cleaning..
Guess what I found?
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The little bottles that contained torn-pages from my past diaries and letters.I remember ripping them out of anger to spite my Mum because I was pretty mad.But who was I to know?A stupid 15 year old with truckloads of raging hormones.3years down the road and it's a blessing in disguise.
Almost every chunk of those pages had Ben's name inscribed on it.
(Yes,I've played the part of psycho-ex girlfriend and have been obsessed-irks-)
(No,I'm not still in love with him and my past is pretty much irrelevent now-smiles-)
The tone that was used for all that writing was of a girl who was stupidly "in love",thankyouverymuch.If there was any way to piece all of them together,I think I'd be having a ball laughing right nowSo off they go,sealed and delivered to the the nearest recycling bin.
Bad memories not meant to be kept.
And I was freaky,wasn't I.
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To B M Z,
I sincerely apologise for all that obsession because I didn't know any better.If I did,I would just have left you quietly and gone merry-dating as soon as I found out about your infidelity.My best friend tells me you've changed slightly though.Then again,who would know better than yourself.
Well good luck and cheers,boy.
♥
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
the lighter to your ciggarette
The haze has made humidity levels gone 37516498 notches up and the fan,in my brother's room is going everywhere but at me.So with the humidity levels up,it means that I gulp down about 50 million jugs of water at every break-fast.Where's all the raindrops when you need some.
And what's the Fasting Month without loads of good food from Geylang(now what have I yet to gobble down),cookie-baking (which I've yet to get down to) and some spring cleaning (but more like ransacking the whole house and throwing junk out).
Speaking of spring-cleaning..
Guess what I found?
-
The little bottles that contained torn-pages from my past diaries and letters.I remember ripping them out of anger to spite my Mum because I was pretty mad.But who was I to know?A stupid 15 year old with truckloads of raging hormones.3years down the road and it's a blessing in disguise.
Almost every chunk of those pages had Ben's name inscribed on it.
(Yes,I've played the part of psycho-ex girlfriend and have been obsessed-irks-)
(No,I'm not still in love with him and my past is pretty much irrelevent now-smiles-)
The tone that was used for all that writing was of a girl who was stupidly "in love",thankyouverymuch.If there was any way to piece all of them together,I think I'd be having a ball laughing right nowSo off they go,sealed and delivered to the the nearest recycling bin.
Bad memories not meant to be kept.
And I was freaky,wasn't I.
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To B M Z,
I sincerely apologise for all that obsession because I didn't know any better.If I did,I would just have left you quietly and gone merry-dating as soon as I found out about your infidelity.My best friend tells me you've changed slightly though.Then again,who would know better than yourself.
Well good luck and cheers,boy.
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