8 in the mornings.



woke up early today, like. EIGHT AM. lol.
but its all worth it cos i got to meet handsome pang pang.
whoa. talk abt change! haha. makes me feel like going army too. hohoho. so we talked for quite a bit then walked him to the station.
I think he's a very nice son, and his future girlfriend will be a very lucky girl! (hear tat, pangpang? :)

and i realize i miss my sec sch friends a lot. they're like the best friends you'll ever make in your life. i mean, now we're all mature and intelligent now..
- or at least we all think this way, when we're a crazy old 19, which is just one number away from from the big TWO-0 :( -
but, who was really there when you were stupid and immature and pimply?
went out with qy and my for dinner on wed, played some swing and wa :D felt like the good old young days. It was wonderful!

sometimes i wish i could be everyone's best friend. that i'd be the person who's always there and the first one you'd call. but that's stupid, so maybe i'm still young after all.

and i have my superficial days. Days when i'd wish i was gorgeously beautiful (maybe i've had too much Serena van der Woodsen ), that i had tons of wonderful clothes to wear and all that silly superficial stuff. Maybe that's why i love popping by Watsons. It's like a cheap therapy session whereby you're half convinced you could be beautiful with all the L'oreal and Revlon and whatever not. I feel it does help a little even though i always walk out empty handed.

Then there's worrying what people think when they read the words you type. Does it matter anyway? Does it bother me so much whether or not they even read? Do they take you seriously for what you write? Do they care that you wear your heart on your sleeve, or will they take more notice; care more?
Are best friends made through words?

I like waking up early, and i'm going to run the ugliness out of me tomorrow. Mark my words.