7 February 2003

alright alright...i get the idea....frm the popular demands i hear for my return to writing my blog,
either they love my writing or they simply...LOVe it! ....hohoho'

ever since the dae i ended my psych til now...itz been a long and tedious journey until todae...
on the plane itself i was practically drowning in stale air...seriously, isnt sq suppose to be reknowned for
its good service? also,...when the turbulence started...i nearly died.... breathing in...breathing out...*DONT PANIC*....my gosh.


i alwaz have a phobia...the phobia of heights. and in doing so...when ever there's a sensation of a slight dip...my heart starts to race and my sympathetic system kicks into action....reallie reallie cant take it woah...
jus like a roller coaster ride....tt kills me....cant scream, cant shout...only can choke on my own breathlessness... jus as if i was reallie drowning...literally

when i touched down...the first thing tt occurred to me was that my PARENTS werent around... neither was Li.... in any case i was screwed...screwed over. trying hard to see where they were...wishing they wld like pop up like little rabbits or frm behind a tree pillar like those indian movies....seriously, my heart faltered for awhile...'then my bags were reallie fukin heavy...dun believe that a couple of clothes and my mom's food stuff wld make me look as much a fool as wld a painted face and a red nose look....

upon exiting frm e arrival hall, i spent e next 10 mins frantically looking up and down....searching thru the crowd...and yet there wasn any one familiar....imagine how i felt, so lonely, so alone...so awfully happy.... if only they reallie dint come.... i'm screwed aint i? hehe.... but i was truly happy to have reached back, though o coz i was thinking abt the flight crashing and wat my orbitury wld sae...( we have known her for a long time and she is truly a fuked up gerl.... sad to sae, we were her frenz....and well....we wish we cld sae all those nice crap but reallie...the truth is the best and the truth alwaz hurts...) .

aint i neurotically screwed?

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