listening to louis armstrong's 'Dream A Little Dream of Me'...
The aches, ooh, the aches...
Age snucks up when you least expect it, and whacks you hard between the shoulder blades. That's my most tender spot right now. Still, nothing Salonpas can't relieve, I'm in fact enjoying the ouch factor. Don't work out hard enough usually.
Went to Sentosa with friends and peripheral friends in tow on the Monday holiday. Almost half of Singapore's teenagers were all there too, which made me feel like an old fogey pretending to be young. Despite the age, we ancient folks played volley and frisbee well. *smug pompous look*
It's now dark and cloudy outside while I'm typing away, but weather was excellent for beach actitivies yesterday. Sun was blazing hot, and sand was scorching. I'm a notch darker, and I've got burnt, get this, soles.
A pat on my back for pulling together the beach session. More than ten people turned up, including the Gang, HC frens, Gwee, his friend Keith, and an aquaintance I vaguely know. I'd been asked umpteen times who the Yian person was, and how I got to know him. Long story. Unimportant. So anyway, yesterday turned out enjoyable, albeit the strangest combination of friends.
listening to trisha yearwood's 'How Do I Live'...
Call me insipid/mushy/soppy, but I love this song. I may seem gregarious and kooky, but I'm still a true blue cancerian. It'd be really cool to find that one person I'm not able to live without. sigh... I'm still into ridiculous fairy tales.
listening to def leppard's 'Love Bites'...
When I first heard their name years back, I thought it was strange to call themselves 'Deaf Leopard'. 'Why not Blind Tiger?' I thought.
Finally blurted out to my sister about the Boy who mattered. About everything that happened and didn't happen. I felt much better than I'd ever been for the longest time.
13 comments:
Who is this Boy?
His parents' son?
I am just curious because maybe, to him, you are the Girl That Mattered.
That'll be a Fairy Tale, wouldn't it?
I am just curious because maybe, to him, you are the Girl That Mattered.
That'll be a Fairy Tale, wouldn't it?
sorry, I didn't mean to post twice. Stupid blogger software.
If I mattered to him as much as he mattered to me, I doubt I'd be here lamenting away.
You must be confused by now.
To summarise, me=Non-matter.
Nevertheless, thank you for the optimism.
Where does he stay? Let me speak some sense into that boy! He's missing out on something special here.
I suppose he wouldn't be reading your blog if you were Non-Matter to him.
Or is this the end of the conversation already?
A pity really cos I felt we were going somewhere.
Hey, don't mean to spam your blog, sorry. Truth is I have a Girl Who Mattered whom I known for some time now. I never got the courage to tell her and the feeling sucks.
It really does.
And recently, it feels like I am carrying this huge weight in my heart. Even when I sleeps.
So I hope you don't make the same mistake as I did.
No worries there! At least now I know there are people reading my blog.
1) I don't think he'd read my blog because he probably doesn't know its existence. Even if he does, I'd assume the possiblity of him reading is close to zero.
2) Are you going to help me hang chicken heads on his door if you have his address?
3) If your Girl who Mattered is anyone I know, I can help you sound her out. I'm only a complete wuss when it's my own affairs.
everybody are wusses when it comes to their own affairs.
suddenly thought of this:
Kay wuss here.
geddit? kay WAS here. hahahahaha.
lousy pun :P
er...i think i got it.
Wuss = was right?
So Kay wuss here means Kay was here which in turns plays on the meaning of wuss which itself erm..means that...ok i got it...hehe...
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