for some reason unknown to me, i knew that if i did not tell you that right there and then, i would just die. and so i did, at 6 something am in the morning.
my brother is my muse. he can be so adorable at times. my guy friends probably burn songs into their XBOX so that they can head-bang while they race. but you, hah, you chose a questionable selection of CDs with names like celine dion, westlife, backstreet boys and clay aiken? for racing. *snort* dude, you really gotta improve your taste in music.
my sister is my inspiration. i won't spill all the details, but i have to applaud her for her audacity and bravado in her bold self invitation to have coffee with the guy she fancies. hah. now, that's what i call girl power. i called you because i needed to talk to you, and i know you needed to talk to me too. i am your sister. i do what all sisters were born to do- comfort, encourage, support and love :) you may be on the other side of the world, but we live in parallel universes. whatever happens to you, happens to me too. well, my side of the universe is sadly lacking the hot crush you talk about so frequently. ooh.. the revival of geek chic.
back to me. back to the rest of last night.
sunlight. eyes. painful.
that's all i can manage-for now. if this is what a hangover feels like, it sucks. actually i think it's only half a hangover- only the right side of my head/face/brain aches. actually, it probably isn't a hangover at all, just me and my melodramatics *grin*
JFK was assassinated in malacca.
well, only according to someone. haiyah, boy you are just too adorable! *laughs* i'm sorry. i just could not control my sputter+laughter at that. i nearly choked. it wasn't just what you said, but the way you said it. in your own way; sweet, accepting and innocent. how nice. it's rare that i get to meet someone so genuine and non-judgemental. i hope you see malaysian boy on friday :)
i ran off from boat quay only to end up like a thousand miles away, in woodlands -.- did some serious chilling with a bunch of really mellow people, who for some reason kept asking me where i live and my birthday. strange. they were amazingly nice enough to wait with me/for me until 6am to cab back home. i was surprised at their discipline. i was near death as the seconds seemed to prolong themselves into one of the longest nights of my life.
with my eyes barely open, singing songs brokenly and having earnest debates about which historical figure we would want to be, or what i would like to be reincarnated as, feasting on chocolate delifrance muffins, kit kat and this strawberry yoghurt milk thingy (i abstained from the feast. i was feeling too much on the verge of vomiting to tempt fate), it felt almost surreal. besides, i was in a state of drifting away. i only remember fighting desperately to lift my lids up.
thank you. for a brief moment in my life, time seemed to stand still; unmoving, stagnant. my eyes were open to the reality of it all. i felt lucky. i felt fortunate. i felt loved.
thanks for the reality check. i needed it.
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