Friday, August 15
one step at a time
Its amazing how you can make a difference in my life, without even trying.
Almost everything i do these days seems to link back to you.
What the heck. Of course you wont even realise. But its frustrating when everything just happens coincidentally, where every little thing appears significant.
I got a B3 for malay O levels. I was so disappointed because I've never scored anything lower than an A2. And then i realised the number three. Why must it be three?
The day before yesterday, I went to the library with THREE of my friends. Why must it be three? Oh and where the purpose of going to the library to keep myself busy and occupied is concerned, i came across this at the magazine shelf:
Coincidental? You bet.
When i did my oral exam yesterday and you texted me, there were THREE more people left. Why must it be three?
When i was reading the oral passage before going into the exam room, the time-keeper said, "You have THREE minutes left." Why must it be three?
When i went to the airport after that to have some peaceful and quiet time,while waiting for the skytrain, on the screen, it showed " The skytrain to Terminal THREE will arrive in THREE minutes." Why must it be three?
And last night, i did myself some syrup and i thought of that time when you came at my doorstep and i made you syrup before you left for your night class in that blue t shirt.
When people talk about gigs, i recalled the time where you nicknamed me and used to tell your friends about you meeting me in a gig and asking for my number.
And many many many more stuff that just had to do with you.
On the first of July, when you said that my eyes are like jewels, it was as if i had fireworks above my head. If only you knew.
Plus, its funny when you call yourself an asshole :)
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OH MY GOODNESS. Why am i so hooked to him?
Im sorry everyone, because im such an irritant these days and i always appear moody in school. I was tired and miserable and didnt feel that my life was headed anywhere.
Its difficult to utter positive words in times of discomfort. And apparently, my posts have been somewhat depressing like as if someone stole my poem book. And the posts have been short and sweet and irritating, i know. I just cant seem to lace my thoughts with nice words anymore. Gosh. How interesting.
Not.
But come what may, I'll try my very best to lift the corners of my mouth so that i wont worry you guys too much, because nobody can fit into my shoes. I have metaphorical feet, remember?
On another note, the weekends are here. I am so looking forward to Sunday. How bout you?
PS: Thank you Annisa and Anis for accompanying me today. (I've finally collected my handphone and my wallpaper remains the same and my saved messages are all still in there!)