theres this nagging feeling inside me which refuses to go away.
it's getting rather worrisome, cuz altho i ignore it, its constantly there.
and its making me feel all sentimental, maudlin - EMO.
so while im trying rly hard to close my zipper on these emotions
my emo-bagpack just feels as if its ready to burst right open
and spill out its content for everybody to see.
no, it has nothing to do with the fan-TAS-tic banana split i juz had.
home-made banana split, nicely squashed into a cartoon bowl
it was passed around the couch in delight
leaving little or none for my poor mama
who made it in the first place OOPS.
and no, it has nothing to do with the awesome day i had
at the Defence Technology Intl Conference
haha makes us sound so big and important
but we were actually juz the reception staff =p
ticking names off some looonnngg list and finding cool ID tags for the people who were the owner of the names so that they can attend the conference in peace
haha it was loads of fun, all tt foreign french indian pakistani++ names popping up.
and also cuz i spent 95.9999% of the time catching up with seokkk!
and we both got 40 bucks each of CASH juz for doing that (:
plus an awesome lineup of desert -drools- like tiramisu, pastries, & more cakes.
PLUS lunch PLUS impt pple (who made us feel impt too)
so it was pretty worth it!
we got our own ID tags, complete with our pictures on it
(altho my pic was squashed up to fit the small corner so my face looks damn FAT)
but it was an experience (:
so after blurting out all those nonsensical voyeuristic info above
catharsis has done its trick again - i feel better already.
the rest of the days have been spent bumming around, literally.
because i have been on my bumm all day long ever since i got retrenched.
catching up wit friends, gorging myself wit food, and TEEVEE!!
recipe for a couch potato. and soon to be, fatass. (yes, literally)
my tug-of-war with weekends brings me closer to victory with each day tt passes
(imissyouimissyouimissyouimissyouimissyou!)
but also one day closer to saying byebye to my beloved sista
-cries buckets-
owell.
but as the song goes
"it's a happy day
and things are gonna get better
living each day in the promises of God's words!"
so, no one's gonna cry buckets. (for now)
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