Hey, and does my face read that I am from Girl Guides? Or do i really resemble one, girly-girly, slacky-slacky? When i know that i am not. When i have eventually become President of Red Cross in JC. Do i seem like a sporty girl? Oh man. That I am not. and Kiddo voice tells it all? haha. maybe its my dressing. and oh no, my handwriting is bad. amongst the gal friends at least. its a terrible thing, i must say, to be RUDELY Awakened to the truth. Humphzzz. its a happy feeling to make so many new friends at work, - the more mature and older- friends, and learning about each and everyone of them is like trying to piece together each new piece of the puzzle.. having to pick up trails of their knowledge here and there:) do i seem like i keep retorting someone? and do i play so childishly without qualms, when my friend and I give each a nickname.. there's, kelong boy, matrix, oily guy, oily girl, Pokky, sasquatch, fuzzy, ktv guy, sweet guy, fairy godmother, ......... i feel I'm just drifting in my own sensely haven. Uni seems to be a dread and such a gigantic transition to be. The temporary creature comforts somehow still seem to blanket the tiny life's treasures.
Its totally fine going out alone, right?? :)



(like it takes eons to decipher the code of THEM)
(and oh well, just the repetitive smiles and laughters and jokes, day in day out)
(crack your brain, scanning through all your contacts, looking for one person)
(who will stop, and stare, with you).
(what if, an outing with a best mate; becomes a grown-up lecture session)
(maybe, just go where my legs'll take me, but they bring me home)
(peace, with something missing eh.)