| 20.1.05 |
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much as i would have wanted to leave the previous post as such...
to emphasize my grief and sorrow over the late phone... ...the phone numbers of my NUS peeps.... (considering i saved most of them into my phone...) ...pictures of my family, him, friends... ...the very fact that its a kiap phone... sad... but what to do... who ask me to send it into the toilet bowl... toilet bowl so small.... i can actually throw until it went right in... sad... but at least my SIM card is still alive... i should at least count my blessings... had a bad bout of stomachache last nite... cant decide whether its the shitty kind... ...coz that was what got me into such a frenzy prior to the phone-in-bowl incident... (assures readers that there was no shit in bowl... nor anything of that sort when my fone dived in...) or the kind that almost got me into CGH two years ago... ...almost, coz i cant remember whether or not i did go in the end... freak... whatever the case... i'm glad i got past it... thank you for being there... survived 4 hrs of my 8hr Tuesday... before making my way down to UWC... starting shivering real bad in DM class... probably wouldnt survive another 4hrs of USP... doc said i got food poisoning... asked for a MC... and she gave me loads of med... FOC... really loads... took one dose later in the day... and the rest have been sitting pretty on my shelf... hate medicine... but dont deny the placebo effect it has on me sometimes... kinda told james abt the latest developments in my life... he was surprised, to say the least.... doesnt seem very ME to dive into something like that so quickly... it's been only one semester... less than that actually... but it doesnt seem that impulsive a choice... he doesnt seem the impulsive sort... neither am i... but it just felt so right... too right, sometimes... even till now... i find it hard to realise that it's all real... he sits across me in gatherings and it feels so distant... and i wonder to myself again if all that i remember of the past week was a dream... wishful thinking on my part... then i'm reassured it's not... but everytime my hand is not in his... i wonder again... it's the kind of feeling you get when you just woke up in the morning... and you cant tell the difference between dream and reality... the insecurity stems from the very fact that this is something i've been wishing/praying/dreaming/hoping so badly for... it actually materialising is beyond me... beyond what i can manage... i'm not complaining... just let me go on abt it a little more... maybe i'll get over it... ----Stef stopped rambling at 11:56 --Link to Post |
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