Thursday, October 07, 2004
promos are over. interesting how i only came online twice in teh whoel period. it was like i coudln't be botehred and concerned to check anything out. what's the point? i'd rather watch tv or sleep.
and well, the long-dreaded exams are over and the long-awaited break's here. in some ways, it's oppressing that everything which can be done, is all set in stone. but at least, i don't have to hold a whole stone heavy on my heart, that nothing can ever be done in peace.
for the first time in so long, i'm gonna watch OC tonight.
today's my parents silver wedding anniversary(25th). wow, they've come a long way. i feel really happy for them. even though my dad's overseas but they're still romantic and all about it which i feel is really cool. unlike all the wasted and ridiculed marriages of today. it makes love feel more worthy of the wait.
watched white chicks today. gawd, it's a laugh. it's really funny, some good slapstick that doesn't spell cheap. and some really cool moves and a fresh crisp plot.walked around a while later and cabbed home with the sashimi for my mom's dinner.
the class chalet's tomorrow. it's 3 days 2 nights but i won't stay all the while. 1 night will do. i guess it ain't fair how my mom has been by me all this while, making tea and serving food and drinks while i've been having exams and putting up with me lazing when i shouldn't. leaving the house when she knows if she sits around she'll nag so she's giving me freedom. and me just zooming off when everything's over is awful unfair towards her. i intend to come home and spend a nice weekend with her and give her facials and all.
lastly, you. quit bugging me. i bet you'll never read this coz you don't come here. thank goodness you don't. else you'll claim to know me so well and that we can click okay. freak. i'm not a sympathy case. i'm not a loser. i have a life. i know i confided in you once. one bloody time. so don't think you've saved me from my death.
i hate the fact that i'm indebted to you. so much so that i feel obliged to chat with you or have a meal or something. but i've got a life. i'm sure you've got one too. i know friends are supposed to tell you what you don't want to hear, and i'm not telling you the whole truth about you. but that's not coz i'm not being a friend, it's coz i am that i don't want to be mean. i can hurt you bad if i want.
what's the point? if i do say something, you'll just think up some lame-ass quote or motto and try to relate it to how it's all within your control. don't you even get hints? i'm not being insensitive when i chop my messages to half its length.
i mean, it feels nice to know someone watching over you and i can depend on you being around when i need help.
but i guess this is so not getting anywhere. and it's emotionally draining to deal and be nice. get the picture, i'd help my friend find her wallet anytime. but hearing you moan about us totally getting each other coz we can relate and crappy stuff. i'm sorry, but you're knocking on the wrong door.
