…broken promises….

Monday, June 26, 2006

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dance was ok after all. granted, things seemed a little boring without simin there, but, no matter, since its not the first time i went alone anyway. my greater fear was that noone else would go and i'd be stuck with the instructor alone (cos the past week there was only 3 of us). now that would be akward! thank heavens, not only did renfang go, but the whole jing gang of nj girls too. phew! sadly though, today's the last class... i cant believe that 8 weeks just passed me by. it feels much less than that! he's going to be starting a r&b class after this.. it seems alright, we tried a few steps today. any takers?

on my way home however, i had the unplesant opportunity of chancing upon a badly injured cat, sprawled across the road, lying in a pool of glistening liquid, no prizes for guessing what that is though. the horrible thing is that, even though it was on a dim lit street, shrouded in semi-darkness, i saw every detail as clear as day. the colour of the cat: white, with grey patches, the alley kind of cat. the injury: around the head, as the blood came from like, its nose.... it made me sick. i felt like puking and crying at the same time, but ultimately, did none, of course. my dad said he saw someone come and carry the cat off from the rearview mirror when i blurted out " shoud we call the ambulance or something??". i hope he saw correctly. just pray for the cat k? i did.

scamp starts today. have fun all of you!

where is the him that i’m looking for… |10:20 pm|

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Saturday, June 24, 2006

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its strange the way you'd never truly comprehend the things you learn to love, or the life you've come to know.
its strange the way the things you expect to change remain the same; whereas the things you believe to be true, the things you deem as your rock, are the things that have changed, are the things that have shifted so that you feel as though the ground you are standing upon has given way under you.
its strange the way this theory applies to all aspects of your life.
its strange the way you struggle through 18 years of your life to find that cliches are that way cos theres a truth hidden in them.
its strange the way after 18 years you come to realise and accept that:

change is the only constant thing in life.

and the horrible thing is that i hate change.

where is the him that i’m looking for… |8:51 pm|

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