Friday, November 4
met nanz today. was very late because i woke up late and had bad luck all day. but oh well we managed to meet in the end. walked around the cityhall area. so much better than overly congested town. i love the esplanade library. if there is just one place i want my dream boyfriend to bring me to, it's gotta be the esplanade. and he has to pronounce it the
nard way, not
naide. if we're too poor to watch performances, we can just walk along the terrace, maybe sit out by the water, go to the library to hunt down elusive scores. somehow i find that more meaningful than shopping [although i did buy a top impulsively, because i can see myself wearing it often. it is sleeved.] and well, i do want clever conversation. sigh sigh sigh, is this why we went out with girls? to get some clever [and sometimes not-so clever] conversation? i can't blame us when most of the guys our age grunt and mumble. and maybe they don't even outgrow it. my uncle's the world's most annoying grunter. i wonder how his wife stands it. eloquence, please!
okay the guilt is finally getting to me, all right all right i am going to read their proposal properly now. and type out the new testwork system and mail it to all the YAs so we can confirm it and put it into action. i don't know why we bother when they obviously don't. not to mention inefficiency, serious attitude problems, and overall inadequacy. to think we thought they would be better than their seniors. life is constantly proving us wrong. well as long as they pretend to appreciate our efforts as UHs. i don't know when the woman in charge of warranting will be back. i hope it's soon. with a warrant, i won't feel that i'm wasting my cca time. i miss us. the us we had. now we're scattered. nothing to bind us together anymore. and we're so - old - now. where's the laughter of yore? compare slow walks by the bay to running down the beach screaming. where have we gone, those crazy children of yesteryear? we're all settling down, tiny particles falling slowly to the bottom of the cup. the hourglass must turn.
annie, where did
you go? this always happens huh. you come online and grumble that i'm off somewhere, and i come online and grumble that you're off somewhere and the chances of us actually chirpy-chirping are actually quite low.
it must've been love.
9:16 pm
xoxo
