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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

its funny. looking back into my diary that I wrote four years ago,I just found out that I was also having a fever back on the 10th of may 2001.weird.plus its funny how crazy I was over kenneth back then..omg. he rocks lah.

cough.cough.

enough of the past.the present.present.
I met arsyikin rennie at northpoint yesterday.gawd! her name is listed in my official missing ppl list.and jamakyah too.wat coincidence.brimming frm ear to ear-

I dunno y.ive been thinking bout the past a tad too much lately.i tried to black it out but it plays again.i miss the good ol' days.
reminiscing the days when life was simply kick-ass.unlike now.
watever..I want my old life back.badly.

y oh y am i saying all these? things change.i should be clever enough to be acquainted with the fact that our lives change too. but im yearning for everything I used to have back in those days..in retrospect,everything back then seems blissful. full of mischief.living life with no thought of the consequences. the fun we had.back then,everything was perfect.unlike now.

maybe ive grown..maybe when ure a day older today than u were yesterday,u wil think, see, feel things differently today from how u did yesterday.

GAWD.im talking as if im turning 40 tmr.

hhmm.i got reminded of a movie.13 going 30, about a 13 yr old girl who desperately wanted to be 30.like wth.such profound stupidity.i wud rather remain 13 than turn 30.
maybe the desire to remain young at heart in me is bubbling excessively..boiling chips pls. ok.lame.

I remember those lil stupid yet idyllic things I did with my associates.
played catching with the school OM at the back of the stage.made a 400 m sprint out of sch.(actually we planned to sneak out of sch calmly.but the stupid gardener spoilt our plan). trespassed someone else’s backyard n stole mangoes..gosh?wat were we thinking man.and the OBS camp rock.we played blind mice on the roof..don ask for elaboration.wat bt sashaying into an exclusive boutique, try out the most expensive coat and leave a foundation stain on it w/o getting caught? oh yeah, me n my girls sneaked into the roof of shaw house.great view of town fr there..oh yeah, I remember one incident when Pat got into trouble with laura.i cant believe tt I actually went up to tt gangstrous laura and defended my bestfren, PATRICIA NIVASHINI.haha.such admirable portrayal of bravery and frenship.

guess I better butt off now.peace outt.

its all said and done 5/10/2005 11:04:00 PM