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{{ Tuesday, November 06, 2007

my computer was giving me grief about the internet connection just now. and while waiting for the connection thing to repair, i dozed off in front of the comp. well, i guess it's not just the actual exams that are tiring, it's the before exams mugging, during exam choing-ing and the after-exam recovery of brain cells that make one so tired.


hmm. can't exactly remember much now. memory's kind of bad these days. my memory's like some kind of liquid; incompressible, once you heat it up, it disappears, once it's exposed for some time it'll eventually evaporate away.

i realised that my brain really has fixed capacity. once yopu reach the maximum storage, cannot put in anymore. to put in new memories, you have to remove the old ones. my brain's in the midst of clearing old memories right now, but new ones haven't been put in. so my brain feels kind of empty now, actually.

hahaha, i'm just crapping. no idea what i'm saying either.

oh, tml's going prom-dress hunting! or anyway, we girls are. the guys will go graduation dinner-clothes hunting or whatever it is. sincerely hope i find THE dress asap. can't stand walking around the whole day without making any actual purchase. just the thought of going shopping makes me tired. i very so sincerely hope that no-one's gonna wear the same thing as me. it'll be the worse case scenario. okay, actually it won't be. there are many other possible ugly scenes that i can think of.

for example:
you sprain your ankle cos you can't walk properly in heels
you trip and fall, exposing your underwear to the whole of the graduating batch
you spill your drink on someone
- even worse, that someone is our school principal
your makeup runs while you are talking to tons of people and you have no idea
you choke while eating, so very un-demure
you decide to dance, then end up stomping on ther people's toes, causing their toes to bruise and swell

okay, i can probably go on and on.




we talked about everything, just like in the old times. but, there was something different. neither of us mentioned it, but we both knew it, knew that this would happen. stuff like this happened all the time.
isn't it time to get over it? the words that i have wanted to say for so long lingered on the tip of my tongue.
maybe it's time, time to stop avoiding this issue. it's time to say the truth.



& all along, its only what I thought.
11:41 PM