+[buıʎ ʎɐɯ]+..**--"bluiee bluiee bluiee.. =D"--** says (9:51 PM):
e reason i sad cuz no story frm u..
ƃuoısıǝʍ says (9:51 PM):
okay
i tell you now.
she msged me, said she wanna meet me at 2pm in school.
ƃuoısıǝʍ says (9:52 PM):
means she wanna give me her answer. but im having proj meeting, and after tt im rushing off
so i said i can't meet her.
then when im at home, i sent her a msg, i said, our hectic schedule now is at its azimuth. and it's not appropriate to talk about it now.
ƃuoısıǝʍ says (9:53 PM):
coz' we definitely have no time for each other.
she said that 'i said it couldn't be grey, it's either black or white'
i gave excuses.
ƃuoısıǝʍ says (9:54 PM):
said i should talk about it after exams, shall we
and that for the time being, we are still good friends right
she said yes. and thank me for my thoughtfulness and not wanting to burden her.
ƃuoısıǝʍ says (9:55 PM):
the 'friend' word was emphasize once. but it's enough to know that, that's means everything.
the iteration says it all.
+[buıʎ ʎɐɯ]+..**--"bluiee bluiee bluiee.. =D"--** says (9:55 PM):
wad she meant by it couldn't be grey, it's either black or white?
ƃuoısıǝʍ says (9:55 PM):
perhaps im just too antipodal to her WSC criteria
it ended amiably.
ƃuoısıǝʍ says (9:56 PM):
i think after the exams is just a way to avoid embarrassment, and to let it drifts and goes by.
+[buıʎ ʎɐɯ]+..**--"bluiee bluiee bluiee.. =D"--** says (9:56 PM):
i dun uds ya words, so chiem..
ƃuoısıǝʍ says (9:56 PM):
so all in all, it's over. i guess.
+[buıʎ ʎɐɯ]+..**--"bluiee bluiee bluiee.. =D"--** says (9:56 PM):
r u sad?
ƃuoısıǝʍ says (9:56 PM):
happy?
+[buıʎ ʎɐɯ]+..**--"bluiee bluiee bluiee.. =D"--** says (9:56 PM):
u felt relieved?
ƃuoısıǝʍ says (9:57 PM):
i duno. i dun feel anything.
perhaps it's just that im back to my lonely self. the only person whom i thought i can cling on/share my woes had just.....or rather, i just chased her away

Consanguinity

Knowing each other is just coincidence and fate...
We luxuriate in each other's presence.

I like how we share the mousse and the crumble..
how you play daft and complaisant Harlequin to fall for my soi-disant harmless pranks time and again,
How snugly you hold the handle-bar when i'm speeding,
How your witty sarcasm made me flustered and at a loss of words,
And, of course, how your blurrness never fail to amaze me.

Relationship exists only as an outgrowth of happenstance...
And that's how we know more about a person.


Wrote this.....For her...

Sometimes I don't even know my feelings for her are right.
My friends say i'm too much of a casanova.
And this very fact make girls just wanna have friendship, non-committal relationship with me.
It's true.

I don't know what to do.

And so I decided to do something for her. Seven little bottles.

In Greek Mythology, it was said that there was a famous witch that could concoct love potions that would transcend the art of coquettish and make a beloved woman fall in love with the guy.

And so, a lovesick guy went over to purchase bottles of love potion to make his beloved woman fall for him. The witch looked at him, while stirring her bubbling hot green brew with a gargartuan filler, reached over and juggled 7 miniature bottles...poured a drop of the potent viscous fluid into each bottle, capped it tight with veal and carved teak.

The guy went back and opened his first bottle infront of his girl. There was nothing inside. He tried the second, and the third and the fourth. Till the seventh bottle. He was chagrined. In his belinguiered state, he dashed straight into the witch cavern.

He demanded "What was this all about? Is it all but just a joke??"

The witch looked at him and pointed her bony crooked middle finger at his heart. She said "Feel it, my boy."


"The bottles are meant for you to fill it up with loveee. And only with such strong passion and sentiment, the bottles will glow..."



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And so, I wanted to do seven bottles for her. Spent a morning scouring for 'raw materials'. coloured sands, little angsana seeds, tiny tiny seashells, etc.

Soon, i decided it was too much of a hassle. Subsequently, I made up my mind to do something else for her.


It was then i realised I wasted a whole solid day.

I confessed to a girl yesterday. Like finally.
She didn't accept. And wells, it goes...

We went dinner ytd night.
We met up and went dinner tonight again.
Let's hope this will continue.