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Monday, February 17, 2003

it's a glorious 7.50am and i've been awaked for about 2 hours. supposed to go to school early, hitch a ride with dad but this is the first day of my periods which means cR@mp time..

but it's strange now coming to 2 hours. there's no cramp in sight.. sigH. i might have to make that trip to school afterall. i loved my valentine's day. :) actually happy with my babes you know, coz most of the time you'll hear me whining how unromantic he is, how non-chalant he seems to be when i suggest to do something new... well on v-day we at least did something new. we watched a movie and dropped by at newton to eat bbq stingray and satay... yums yums. i know that's nothing much and many would already think (if they haven't) i lead an exceedingly boring life. but that's good right, at least i'm easily pleased. :)

speaking of easily pleased and doing things for the first time, i took a bus from his house for the first time in a long long while. most of the time i just take a cab. walking back the long stretch of pavement all the way to my house, the road was quiet at about 11.15pm. you really hear the crickets, the frogs, the chirrupings and ribbittings these little crackers make. it was loud. a long drone into the night. the night seemed an early morning. you really forget that the night can have such a racous at this hour. then the sudden dash of cars, speeding fast from the green traffic light blocks out all these animal noises and you hear the harsh wash of noise against your ears. When they are gone or stalled at the next red light up ahead, you hear those crickets and frogs still going at it. I imagine like virgin rainforests and jungles. how spooky it might have been, if i found myself walking through thru the jungle late at night where the voices in my head might drown out the frantic communication between crickets... i wish i was in that jungle, if only for a while, then heading back home, returning to my routines..

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