C'est la vie:
So here I am. I need a talk, but why isn't anybody online whom I can talk to. I just lost my phone, so I am almost cut off from the world since nobody's online. I need cold jokes la. Don't worry, I had promised myself not to cry anymore. So, I won't. Those photos taken on the 28/10 is sad though, sight of it induces tears. Anyway, the worse thing is, almost all my exam pieces this year sounds sad. Yeah, especially that prelude, reminds me of 28/10, that special day, when I have to leave place X. Anyway, I'm bored and pissed.
On the 28/10 I had lost 2 precious things in my life, the first is my status as a dunman high student, next is my dear phone. My mother reminded me that this phone was with me for not more than half a year. Dear phone, I will miss you.
On Christmas this year, I think I will lose another thing- my dear phone no. I am unlucky, with about a month left to the end of my plan, I lost my phone or rather, it's quite obvious somebody stole it. I don't feel like talking about it. So I shan't.
Arh, can anybody just call my house to talk. Sorry, it's kind of embarrassing calling you guys, since, many dunmanians no longer take me as one and I don't know much njcians. Btw, according to my mummy, this is a period fo uncertainty for me when I am neither here no there, so she said I am inhuman for the moment. Anyway, I don't want to call somebody who will start taking me as a betrayer. Ps: This IS a public appeal for phone calls. Thanks! lolx.
I still feel like bloggin' about 28 of October 2005. I stayed till 6+ pm to take a last look of the place. The school was very quiet, there was almost nobody there. Went to that lime green class room on the second level again. It was empty. Everything, no longer occupied. The stillness of the room almost suffocated me. Everything was clean, no dust, no dirt. There, was the tables and chairs which had been with us for 2 years. Each one has a story to tell. I turned on the lights again. The room was once again lit. A sudden loneliness overtook me. The everyday noises kept playing in my head, but still no one was in class. No one, except me. Do I have the chance to see you guys once again, seated at those seats ever again? I tried imagining. Why? Because I don't have that chance anymore. I didn't cherish what was given to me... I tried imagining the so-called everyday-boring-rituals, those so-called lullably lessons. Every one of them seemed so preciously etched into my memory, yet those scenes could never reappear in my head any longer.... Shall stop here, I don't want to end up havin tears rollin' down my cheeks and goin' for my induction with a bigger eye starin' at a smaller eye. This did happen on njc's open house for the sec 4s. We were supposed to go there for an ip meeting and I went lookin' like a beast among beauties... lolx. O.o (this was seriously how I looked on that day, imagine how weird I was!)C'est la vie! All the best people!!!
lu
8:50 PM
