Wheeeeee. Went out with zt today. It's been q a while. Ok, yy will kill me if she reads tis...aha. But honestly, it was a last min thing. Right zt, and wadsmore...we were suppose to play soccer. But we ended up shopping for an hour, then eat prata, shop another 3 hrs...and finally, went tiong to buy my dumpling, to satisfy that craving, and headed home on the dear old bus no. 33. Wheeeeeee. Nice.


Now now, the weather getting us into december mood early as zt said. The last time this hit me was during rainbow camp. Gosh. That chilling feeling seeping in, sparing no part of your body, not even the soul. The huge gaping hole that sucks everything within its boundaries. That emptiness. I would have thought starvation would get to the end of the problem. Of course. Yar right. That's that. Now, the show goes on.


Next week is kind of eventful though, what with the ns medical, going out to shop, ozt's birthday...meeting up with the rest in the meantime. Wonderful. Just a blip. Argh. If only, if only...


Read this amazing report on thursday. Amazing. A marriage went on although the bride was in coma for a few months already. More amazingly, the baby before the accident happened was born too. Weeks ago. True love. You bet. Miracle. You bet.


As promised at the end of every entry, a touching scene from movies and serials.


Their affair ended. She chose her family.
Enjoying her decision, having a xmas dinner with her family.
The doorbell rang. With hesiatation she opened the door.
Was he here to expose their relationship?
Was it all to turn sour at the end?
She see him putting a finger across his lips.
And flash cards at her.
She caught not all of it.
One phrase stuck in her head.
She actually doubted his love.

"To me you are the most beautiful"
With that he walked away.
From her home.
Leaving behind his love.
And taking away his hurt.

Now, sometimes, love aint for posession. There is no obligation. Do not even smear another's love by doubting it's consequences. Always treasured. Regardless of resonance. Or absence of it for that matter.