Argh..whatever possessed me to go and borrow an indian costume for Monday (Racial Harmony Day)?! It's a DRESS. A LONG DRESS at that. I NEVER wear dresses. Not since I was too old for my mom to force me to wear them. What if I trip over the dress while walking? It's so unbelievably long. And I'm supposed to be tall. Dunno how my shorty friend last year walked while wearing this same costume. She doesn't even reach 1.6m and i'm like 1.7m. What if the whole dress comes off? It's pretty loose. And horror of horrors, what if I trip on the hem of the dress, and THEN the dress comes off? Eek...Ah well, all in the name of being sporting. Don't wanna incur the wrath of the rest of the class. There's this competition, see. Whichever class wears the most costumes wins. Nevertheless, must have been too depressed over his disappearance to think straight. I realised that he's in every facet of my life. Most of what I see, do, etc. can be linked to him or bring back memories of him..
Saturday, July 19, 2003
Rewind
- I fear that I will forget how he looks like, his b...
- The driving rain and ominous clouds in the sky out...
- Sigh, and I almost cried right there and then in c...
- The form teacher announced today that he had recei...
- Hmm...today was the awards ceremony for subject pr...
- Hmm...mother's mood seems to be improving...but u ...
- More convinced now that he's gone forever...i can ...
- And my father went to research on JC and Poly and ...
- Yesterday my mom was in a REALLY foul mood about w...
- Life still sucks right now. But at least i've got ...
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