Saturday, September 22, 2007

ystd mooncake festival. played basketball with calvin and joel! damn fun but they bullied me. they don't let me have the ball. actually 3/3 is not that bad. but this year's festival isn't like the past 2 years. 2/2, gone..i felt pissed. i don't know for what ever reason. kept trying to shoot the ball. tried so hard to focus. but i just kept missing. got so pissed with the ball. while the rest were happily playing, and while sam was running round and round the school. dripping with sweat and turbulent emotions building up. i returned to rc room. saw xinyu in there. i felt guilty, for asking her to come, and yet she had nothing to do. luckily alex was there, or else she might have been bored to death.

played with cold water afterwards, me and sam. we were dripping wet, but it helped so much to remove all my anger and piss-ness? felt much better after that.

and after the long talk with xinyu and sam, we went to play candles. fire, light, sparks. it was fun. first time with people we didn't really know. but as sam said, yeahh make new friends. in the end, girls had their own time; guys on their own. it was 3 - 3. haha. reached home about 11++. it would be memorable. forever, and a day. in less than 1 month, all will be leaving.

die, emo le. wenjia said that i go graduation assembly to see ppl cry.

'i believe its all planned out!!! if fate really want ppl to meet, no matter how they hide, they'll still meet.'

how true. goodbyes are stupid. damn, and everybody should just not have any close friends, if they need to part one day. i once asked someone how they would feel if years from now, you meet someone you were very close to in the past. but this time, not in school, but when you're all grown up, and have jobs. what would you feel? pretend you didn't see them, just walk past them? or would you exchange hugs, and sit down and chat? i think most people would just walk away. that's the sad part. really sad.

words that you want to say, say it. before its too late. don't wait till there's no more chance, you'll regret. .. ..

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