___u break my heart, i'll break ur head__

Friday, March 16, 2007

It's a small world after all.

Yesterday a sweet horror struck me - everybody seems to know everybody. Somehow people you knew are just connected to some other dear ones that you don't even need friendster anymore to give you all the connection ties. Singapore is indeed very very small. So the next time i say i'm lazy to go for work cuz it's such a long way off, someone please just fucking stab me.

Been working my ass off these holidays that i hardly realise school is still part of my complicated (but filled with sweet misery) life. The results that i got two days back i must say was kind of satisfactory. The fact that i actually got promoted to Year 2 was enough to make me scream into the phone with joy. (Andy thought i won lottery or something.) Although yes, I FAILED PAM YET AGAIN; i'm lucky i got to repeat it instead of getting kicked out of NP for good. Syukur Allah. On a happier note, NO MORE TXP. No more having to frigging memorise what's the family name of Allamanda Oenotheraefolia. And oh belif me, i dun even noe if i got that spelling right.

As much as i'm feeling half-hearted about school reopening, my head still feels heavy each time i stepped into the crew room. ABDILLAH, FUCKING STOP ALL THIS NONSENSE K. U might enjoy it. U might enjoy knowing that i care so much about you, i'm willing to go to lengths to help you. Your friends might enjoy it too. They might enjoy teasing me with everything and anything that has the name 'Abdillah' on it. Hell, anything that sounds even remotely close to 'Ab' would turn into a whole new taunt directed to poor lil me. Despite the hostility we've showed to each other these past few days, your friends continue to prod me with endless qsts about u. I could ignore them, yes...but what i can't ignore is your silence.

I'm not oblivious Abdillah. I know what you're doing. You avoid me, ignore my msges...because you want me to forget you and concentrate on my boyfriend so that U can concentrate on YOUR girlfriend. Fine with me. BUT PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE...do not pretend as though we're a couple in MacD's premises. That alone is enough to break me. Stop it Ab please. I'm begging you.

Though mind full of what Ab is doing (or not doing, rather), there's always this smile, light-weighted feeling each time i see my dearest. From Punggol, he came to PariSs to pick me up from work yesterday. He's always trying hard to make me smile despite of how tired i'm feeling, trying to make his kisses linger so that i get this tingling feeling, and trying to act like a kid so as to remind himself that we're actually 8 years apart.

"Cinta tak kenal usia."

I agree Mr. Rosli dearest darling dear. =) And yes, though i noe we may never get the blessing of people around us, but it doesn't mean we should never try. Sometimes we do some fucking mistakes , but we simply refuse to admit it. Seeing now that u've realised it...seeing how you promise me we'll never do no wrong anymore, i feel atleast at ease. Thank you.

".......sampai mati."

*hugs* I promise.

12:34 PM