Thursday, July 26, 2007 . 2:54 AM
She told me that she was going to think of everything she hates and she's going to scream.
And in accordance on the prophecy, she yelled very loudly about 90 seconds ago.
My dad was, "What's that?!"
And I said, "Che screamed."
And she said, "Singapore sucks."
I have to agree with her though. I think she needs a hug.
P.S On second thought, she might squeeze the life out of me in anger if I do.
Friday, July 20, 2007 . 7:32 PM
We were matchmaked.
We had to go out on Tuesdays and Fridays at 6.30 PM.
You hated me at first, but I didn't you.
On one of the days, you told me your father made you shave. You said you hated shaving.
Your family would always drive you to the front of my house.
One day you made me pissed so I kneed you in the stomach and started to go back into my house.
You grabbed my arm and said something. I wasn't mad anymore.
We went out. It was different.
You said something. We had a first kiss.
I can still feel your warmth lingering on me.
I was berating myself for not telling someone, when I woke up.
A horrible discovery came down on me.
It all seemed so real. But it was all just a dream.
Friday, July 13, 2007 . 7:07 PM
It bothers me not.
Atra ono waise rauthro.
Friday, July 6, 2007 . 6:23 AM
He came up with a fantastic tale of how his friend banged into him and he fell and he heard a crack in his ankle or something. He has been the luckiest lad: breaking his arm at five or six; breaking his thumb because the car door slammed on it; having some problems with his legs and ear earlier this year and now spraining his ankle.
Its like someone "blessed" him, Atra ono waise skolir fra rauthr.
But may he not be a shield for misfortune.
And a real plus sign: Mrs. Yip has been giving us piles of homework that can compare to the Beor Mountains.
I am getting exhausted by staring at weird figures and being demanded to find out their areas and perimeters and what not.
Someone give me a time machine.