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Thursday, April 07, 2005
heck, i dun even knw if it's summer rytt now. a walk past u2 not too long ago educates me that it's spring... hmmm. heck it la. im missing school before you say siao-little chicken nugget. let me explain. when one has little to do these days _currently reading five people you meet in heaven, reinventing myslf so as to be tech-savvy, babysitting, sporadically going out in spite of myself_ one tends to revert one's thoughts to the past life one's usually used to. hah. and boy was i a busy bumblebee in college. even in secondary school and primary school. i miss the throngs of people around me. the laughter. the bitching. the boy-watching. the always-trying-to-be-out-of-the-ordinary-yet-stil-a-nerd-at-heart. the problems with friends _hvg them and not hvng them_ i miss the lectures. i miss the atmosphere. and i miss the stress. hey, tt coming from a girl who constantly broke down during her college days AND secondary school days, is ALOT. when i pick up yadhi from school, also my alma mater, opera estate, i keep recalling my days back then. the blue pinifore. the ice popsicle. the hair!! the secret admirer who gave me the creeps. the fat thighs which never seem to go away. the badges you'd get for all the things that now seem not very important: young mathematician, young ecologist, young zoologist, corporal, staff sergeant, warrant officer... and i'd miss my grampa. hah. see the power of an empty mind. the power of netty's empty mind. he's a special guy tt one. ;] may God bless his soul. i guess people _and situations_ always come in and out of your life. they shape you, make an impact of their own. they enable you to rediscover more about life and more importantly, yourself. sooner or later, it's only memories _bitter or sweet_ tt stay etched in your heart huh. hopefully forever. may you cherish your own memories and willingly create some new ones! quote for my day: Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it. Christopher Morley US author & journalist (1890 - 1957) (thx to paranoid ema who literally bombarded me with them) p/s: check out my other blog: http://justbeautifulquotes.blogspot.com
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