a decade old story .

i never get tired of reading my old diaries.

i know i shouldnt, because they make me rmb more stuff which i dont wanna. i cant help it, it frustrates me but i enjoy reading abt all those times which are long gone now.

anyways. i think i shall not order iced coffee at dunkin donuts. maybe i should order hot coffee instead. earlier on i overheard my granny saying to my bro, "minum kopi. macam orang tua!" and it got me thinking.

but then again, to be drinking coffee alone at the airport seems to be a Nadhie thing. maybe i should be the Wrister girl at DD. well yeah, the first time i was there, i was her, writing alone sipping on iced coffee, smiling on my own. was just missing them glasses.

i read my dec 2010 diary, when i was creating the Wrister girl. know what i said?

aloof people dislikes being in the company of ppl. i'm cool with avoiding the crowds, but im not okay if i have to withdraw from the clique. can they be an exception?

i've changed. i've really changed . haix.

i am on a journey .

o yeah, shit, have i told you? earlier on had a nap, and i dreamt literally gg on a journey. okay okay, i shall share my dream.

was in the sch canteen, there were some papers plastered all over the walls and pillars around the sch. i saw MKI and ham reading one of the papers, and when they saw me they looked shocked and then walked slowly away.

saw them watch me walk toward the papers, and they were like waiting for my reaction as they stared at me reading. the paper was saying smth abt Tht Boy gg missing and asking for anyone who has information to come call.

i walked out of sch altho it was like in the middle of a sch day i think, and then i made my way back home and started packing. and then i called tht boy and there was smth abt yeah, he's still in singapore.

i dont rmb any other shit, but there was this one part where i was standing in fronta a door holding a gun in my hand. was a shotgun i think, always dreaming of those things.

so i walked in, and there, on a bed was tht boy and this muddafarking slut. there was some yelling (tht boy) and some giggling (the slut) and then i dont rmb anymore.

God, tht was scary shit.

anyhoos. ppl been asking me out these few days, or just asking me to come over and all tht stuff. think i shall go to the compass point area tmrw. sengkang or whatever shit, punggol or whatever. just tht district there. havent explored it before.

and the best part? no memories.

apart from the bloody bus 81 and nex mall.

i think i've found out the moral of the story The Cat and the Pine Tree. and guess what? i'm the strongest girl in the whole world aft all. tht boy's the weakling here. he's the weakling... for letting go.