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Sunday 30 September 2007
she was filming a school project in sentosa. he knew. he had also just finished his work and wanted to see her. she hadnt replied in awhile but he knew she was busy filming. the last place sh had said she was was siloso beach. there he went first, after reaching. no sign of her. he knew she hadnt eaten and had to be hungry. but how was he to buy if he didnt even know where to find her?he strolled around. walking back from siloso to the car park, and on to palawan. thinking of all the places they could be filming at...
and there they were, on the small islet! from far away, he had recognised her silhouette and was positive it was her. she hadnt seen him! unsure of what to do, should he walk up and say hi? he heads to air con comfort and ponders...
he wonders if she will be happy to see him. or will she think hes such an irritant, constantly looking for her, like a thorn in her side...
finally, he decides to just go up to her. show himself. after all, he has nothing to lose and everything to gain. he has learnt that his fears are usually irrational, with no backing evidence. usually leaving him in regret about things he should have just done...
the moment she sees him, the expression in her face, the look of surprise and delight, etched so clearly on her glowing sun burnt face (and it wasnt even coz of the burn that it glows!). everything is worth it for him to see her smile. now hes happy...
she had said that she was initally uncertain if it was him. after all, what was he doing there? but as she closed the dstance between them, doubt slowly turned to realisation...
his fears were irrational once again. stupid emotions that always reared their ugly heads when least wanted. always stirring up uncertainty and invoke fear. banish them!
no.regrets
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Monday 17 September 2007
looking at the sun rising for the umpteenth day in a row, im struck at a loss of words for a moment, as i reflect what i have done these past few (six?) weeks since school started. the past week saw me busy as hell with school and then as buaya week started in full swing. whoever said year 4, old already, shouldn’t play, was most definitely wrong! lolx.i dare suggest im having the most fun buaya week of all 3 years in hall! and that is even when my official buaya has not done a single thing this past 4 days, including a weekend! those who know who she is already suggested she might or might not do anything… guess that kinda prepared me for it already. :) at least I didn’t get my hopes up so not much disappointment there. hahaha..
you know what. i just confirmed for myself how wonderful it feels to be appreciated.
this time around, i decided to focus more on doing stuff for her personally, than to be doing grand stuff to show the whole hall. each has its own merits and difficulties I guess… so it’ll be unfair to declare one is better than the other… but my week has been made by little gestures that my “buayee” has done, like writing little notes (and even with a tinge of lameness! how my kind of joke! Hahaha...) and pointing out silly little points that most would have overlooked!
the best thing, i realised, is not what she’s said to me in the form of her notes (after all, I’m still anonymous to here at this point) but rather, is how word gets round to me that she’s happy with what I’ve done. her neighbours whisper to me in the corridor how much she loves the things ive done, or declare it to me when they catch me doing stuff. lolx.. maybe she just is easy to please, i don’t know. but that doesn’t affect anything does it? :p
final.buaya.week
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Monday 10 September 2007
so they say... wait.. who's this they everyone talks about? how credible are they? can trust? never mind.. i digress.. LOL..ya.. so they say, handwriting can give an insight into a persons personality and stuff.. how true is that? maybe i should start studying handwriting, at least scratch the surface of the issue and find out more..
now lets talk about bad handwriting.. who do i think has the worst handwriting? it definitely isnt a doctor, and we all already know how atrocious docters handwritings are.. i cannot hardly fathom how others can actually decipher that scribbling of theirs! what if the pharmacist dispensed the wrong medicine because of bad handwriting?!?! scary thought isnt it? i heard from a friend the reason why doctors handwritings are so bad is coz theyre expected to like write a long, many paged patient history in a certain small amount of time... allow me to verify this but still.. dont think that should be an excuse right? hehe..
i still remember back in primary school.. my teacher used to ask me if i aspired to be a teacher. all because she thought my handwriting was rubbish. lolx.. of course, i never did turn up to be medicine material, and along the way, my handwriting became better (read: legible) so much so that some people even doubt my handwriting! (read: like a girl's! lolx.) but to the best of my knowledge, i "developed" my handwriting style when i was about 15-16, and i was compelled by an ex-girlfriend to mimic. coz i thought hers was beautiful. HAHAHHAHAHAHA..
well. back to my first point. who has the worst handwriting?
what is about to be recounted here is the whole truth and nothing but the truth,
this person, just has to write down inspirations that strike her whenever and wherever. but the problem comes when she tries to read her own scribblings at the end of the day, and find that even she is unable to! LOL!!
ok.. i guess that wasnt so funny after all.. beats me how i could write the whole load of crap above on a as mundane a topic as handwriting. what was i thinking?!
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