Saturday, August 30, 2008
Apparently my mom did wake me up at 8++am (and I kinda remember that) but I lazed on the bed and slept again and only woke up at 10.22am when my Math tuition is at 11am. -.-Anyway, I had a 'i-just-woke-up' look when I met Bridget. She gloated because I had no chair to sit on while waiting for our class to start. When we went in the class, I intentionally sat beside the CUTEEEE girl and behind me was Patrick who was singing. Bridget was trying to suppress her laughter but apparently she failed so it was pretty obvious to everyone that it was Patrick's singing that she was laughing at. Later I moved to sit beside her. She forgot to bring the question paper but she needed a page of it so she tore mine. Bridget is a TYRANT. (:After tuition, I've decided to lunch with her. Believe it or not but we went to a coffeeshop to eat chicken rice. Hahahh what crap is this, man? We've lunched together at PizzaHut, Macdonalds, school...everywhere, even coffeeshop. I find it very amusing, dont you, Bridget? Before we left, we poured chilli and the black sauce into the soup and drank it. Bridget thought it was still "quite okay" while I immediately gulped water. Went to Macdonalds afterwards as she had to do her theory. Bridget: Want to eat something?Weilee: Huhh...what you want?Bridget: You eat then I eat..Weilee: Err....Bridget: Oh, how about the...Weilee: *before she could continue* MCFLURRY!Bridget: YEEAHHH!Hahhahaa we're Mcflurry-fanatic, man. I ate most of the oreo crumbs, leaving Bridget a few pathetic crumbs and ice cream. So I helped her a li'l with her theory and she says she feels enlightened. Yays. We almost met up again later at night since she was somewhere near my house. I planned to go on a ghost exploration with her (hahhaa) but later we didnt. She was partying at her cousin's place. So, happy-matthewing, Bridget. I dont see the link though.Shall continue with my LA Poetry now. Before that, let me share that poetry with you guys. I thought it was pretty interesting. And I wanna post pictures of my EDS girlfriends! :DLittle Boy CryingYour mouth contorting in brief spite and hurt,your laughter metamorphosed into howls, your frame so recently relaxed now tightwith three-year old frustration, your bright etesswimming tears, splashing your bare feet,you stand there angling for a moment's hintof guilt or sorrow for the quick slap struck.The ogre towers above you, that grim giant,empty of feeling, a colossal cruelsoon victim of the tale's conclusion, deadat last. You hate him, you imaginechopping clean the tree he's scrambling downor plotting deeper pits to trap him in.You cannot understand, not yet,the hurt your easy tears can scald him with,nor guess the wavering hidden behind that mask.This fierce man longs to lift you, curb your sadnesswith piggy-bank or bull-fight, anything, but dare not ruin the lessons you should learn.You must not make a plaything of the rain.Mervyn Morris
Hahha.PICTURESSS!
WE ♥ EDS!
