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Butterflies and Broken Wings. :: Our lives begin to end, the day we become silent about things that matter ::

Saturday, April 08, 2006

The Peace Treaty

I would like to say I am very touched my all your kind gestures.
It definitely made my day.
All the calls, sms-es and emails. I very touched.
This reminds me, I received an sms from Killer D at like 3am in the morning, just asking "where I was".. I mean, I may be sad but well, 3am in the morning I can't be pillon riding with some ultra speed devil attempting to break my neck and die right? Naturally, like all the no lifer goody-two-shoes I was really snoring away.
Then again, I suspect he was wasted out of his mind when sending out that text. (again)
Hur.

Anyhow, so I pay tribute to those who made me feel a tad bit better about life and myself.

Joey for calling me from the hospital (cos she works there) just to check up on me, and in between I get snippets of her telling patients how to take those medication and where they should head to look for the pharmacy. Feels very ER to talk to a nurse you know.

Alicia for that schedule, so we can really meet up. It's been a long time... and ya, the job I was offered is at the same level as your office. If I take it up, we can meet up. Don't know for what la, but at least I can see you in the toilet when I weep about that bitch of a boss. Hur hur.

Ashpixie for that call in the wee morning for supper, and offering to come pick me up. Now, come to think of it, how were you going to pick me up?? Without license and a car? And I could hardly make out what you were whispering. And I already had my dinner at 11pm. So, I could not possibly have supper at 1am? Not very logical.

** Note: It feels wrong to be calling Ashpixie, Ashley anymore.

So kind of my friends.
I am blessed can?

I know, there are others who can in more-than-subtle ways too. So thanks anyhow ok?

-crumbles down in tears-

In that related matter.
Well, let's just say although we've split we are currently in talks for a peace treaty, some sort of a compromise to try and work things out once more. I honestly don't know how we can talk through all this crap and restart over. But if he wants to continue to talk, I listen. And that's that.
Let's just say if he's able to convince me we'd work, then we will perhaps reverse the decision. If not, it will stay.

Then again, I am doubtful.
Because many times we've engaged in such talks, but it just never pans out the way he purports. I am convincingly dejected already.
This time, if I were to sign that peace treaty, I would want to do so because I believe these war quarrels would end.
But I frankly doubt so.

Also, after all that love (hur hur) from my friends, I think it would be unfair if I were to step back into this destructive relationship once more. One day, those friends of mine are going to get real sick of this war-peace treaty thingy.
为了我的朋友, I am not going to consider anything less than a 95% probability of success.

*gasp*
I've gone all mandarin!
GAH!

-deleted a chunk of bimbo sounding stuff-
















Why don't we ever do stuff like these anymore?
They are 25 y.o, and I am 24 y.o together, we are not yet 100 what..
And I think this was taken only about a year and a half ago.
Hur.
And to think, we actually sat down at FAR EAST PLAZA ok.. to do this.
CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MANY PEOPLE WERE PASSING BY

















WOAH!
CHECK OUT MY FAT FACE!
I am so glad I lost some weight.
BECAUSE THAT IS DEFINITELY FAT!
(ok, I can stop shouting)
HUR.

















I can't remember who took this pic.
It was at our gala dinner.
Oh boy, kinda spooky.
I didn't like all the pics we took during the gala, because I was suffering from really bad water retention, and was all puffed up. Either that, or I looked like that all the time.
BAH.
Whatever lor.
















Can't remember if I posted this pic up before.
But these are my uni mates, and all of us actually blogged on xanga. (or I used to).
BAH.
We are all now OLD AUNTIES
HOW CAN?

Age is catching up on me.
It is time I hibernate and try to reverse time.

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