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5.3.09


This morning in school, I was fiddling around with my calculator.
My fingers were dancing around on the buttons, punching in Mum's number, my household number, Nadhirah's number, my own number..
Then came Angel's number- only to have "8136" and "8136" as the first 4 numericals on the screen.
I stared at it and started reproaching myself.
I actually forgot my best friend's phone number.
We haven't spoken much after 3 whole months (starting 2009 without your best friend who knows you inside out seriously sucks)- we didn't quarrel or anything, we just went on with our lives thinking it'll all be okay once we meet but thing is, we never did try to arrange anymore meetings.
Or at least, didn't bother to.
In Mum's car, I suddenly realised that these meetings actually keep my sanity under control- they're my most cherished and favoured times of the week when I experience bad days.
Not only were the meetings important but it was with WHOM. And guess who they're with :)
I came back home, relieved after a gay day at school because I felt like a failure in behaviour. I lay on my bed, listening to I Love You Till The End by The Pogues and I was thinking about the friendship.
Suddenly her number struck my mind like lightning and BOOM! here I am blogging telling you my thought process.

I don't know if you're reading this BUT PLEASE DON'T DEPRIVE ME OF OUR HILARIOUS-FREEDOM-REIGNS-IN-MY-LIFE MEETINGS BECAUSE THEY MEAN SO, SO MUCH TO ME! AND I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH WEIGHT I PUT ON AFTER EATING MACS AT SERENE CENTRE BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ABSOLUTE REMEDY TO MY WEEKLY MISERY!

Sigh.
I detest our chemistry teacher because I asked a question and she threw back a whole load of crap at me which was probably caused by PMS syndromes.
Yeah, yeah, she may produce distinctions for the school but HELL, if she's ever gonna scream and give me that "WHAT YOU WANT LAH" kinda face, I'd rather ask my questions from a tree. Because trees are not intimidating even if they're tall and shady (where you can lie under their shade and sleep without having to jump up from chemistry teachers) and if you go really close, they give off PEACE vibes.
I seriously can't believe Jesus loves these kinda people who are impatient and gay.
Why is He so awesome. Sigh.