:: punched, drunk and loved ::

Mittwoch, April 27, 2005

attn: my dearest bbf,

my dear JY, i am so sorry that i was so stoned today. seems like sitting ar'd the whole day makes me more tired than say, working on my feet during the day. but i am really, really glad that we had our girl talk today, even tho' it was at the very lauzee-and-very-overpriced delifrance, which serves really sucky iced blend mocha and reduced-portion fruittarts, becoz' we cudn't eat the tues-half-price waffles, and becoz' i was too tai-tai to wait for an empty table.

i am glad that we're shared so many things tonight, even tho' judging by previous records, tonight must've been the shortest rendezvous we have. the truths are out, slowly but surely. bear with me becoz i really am a very tightlipped person, despite my (in)famous love for gossips. it has never been more urgent than now to share, to talk, to hangout, as the number of days we can have together, sharing deep dark secrets and heavy worries on our minds, flies by faster than we can say, "september".

u may not know this, but i really am not looking forward to the time when we're both in foreign lands, s'more different ones, and the only (cheap) way we can communicate is the msn. which is why i am not so enthusiastic abt the days to come.

and dun believe everything in the stories, becoz when the time comes, when the stars align, when the two shall meet, i doubt that i will actually go up and do watever silliness that i'd said i will do.

on the bus ride, i became deeply aware that the stories that i've told may seem too charming. bear in mind that poetic memory records everything that charms or touches us, and that makes our lives beautiful. furthermore, a sense of beauty attract a deep belief of "co-incidences" in an unbelievable row: the slipped codename, the gestures witnessed, the person bumped into.

like, for example: shud she not be thinking of fortunities or chances at that moment, she wud have only noticed, "oh i bumped into an acquaintance, who was somebody i r'ber from yrs go" instead of, "oh i bumped into an acquaintance, who was somebody i r'ber from yrs ago, and who was so-and-so's fren". becoz the first two incidents (i.e. slipped codenames and gestures witnessed) happened before the third, she thot about it more often and became more convinced of the final conclusion (i.e. departure from the thought-so "ideal").

wat the heck cheem thing am i talking about? i am not too sure of it myself either. damn tired now. we can ponder over a real tues-half-price-waffles in two wks time, but i doubt we can ever reach an agreement even in the next two decades.

closure and conclusion are major themes in the stories that i have, hope and continuity for yours. i really wish the best of luck to the both of us.

urs truly,
with a million hugs and a million kisses,
and the damn cute girl+boy, chocolate+strawberry jap choc,

- z h u a n g z -

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