eating: pizzaaaaaa
drinking: diet coke
chatting: not online
This song freaks the hell out of me. It's so eerie and creepy, especially the last line *shivers* Vani told me to listen to it and it's one of those songs that make you keep listening to over and over again. Speaking of her makes me think of how strange some friendships in our lives can be.
Vani was my high school train buddy - a fellow westie. We grew up together throughout our pubescent years and I guess we dragged our friendship along that ugly road which wasn't so pretty at certain points.
I don't really see her that often but I know she knows that we have that special connection. I think we know each others' flaws too well so we can predict any potential fuckups on any of our parts which is great because we don't get too shocked.
I guess I've been thinking over that age old topic quite alot lately especially with that last assignment I did on a friend I had a long time ago. Her name was Thuy. We met when we were three, and this photo was our last and only photo taken together when we were five.
I've decided to share some extracts from my assignment on cultural memory.
'Did you know that I was afraid I wouldn’t see you that day? I wondered whether you forgot. There had been a light shower that morning, which left the ground in a mushy-mud state. I think the rain must have passed my heart that day because it felt heavy, like sludge.
* * * *
Your face is still so clear. I always thought you looked like a friendly monkey. Those small, slanted eyes, the dimples on either cheek, that animated smirk.
* * * *
You were always the talkative one. The brave one; the bold one. I was shy, so you approached me, tapping me on the shoulder and giggling, to my annoyance. You must have liked me because you didn’t run away. You told me your name was ‘Thuy’. I only knew you by your first name and that was all we needed for those two years.
* * * *
It’s ironic that I memorised the way to your house (the one your father built with sticks he gathered from the forest) like the back of my hand, yet I didn’t know your address so I never sent you this photograph.'
* * * *
Anyhow, Andrew returned from his Hong Kong holiday. He bought me the raddest present ever! CHECK IT OUT!
Ohh look @ that glare :P
And last but not least, uni is great. The Loft rocks hard; especially upstairs, a haven for tired overworked uni students like myself with all-nighter deadlines :]
OH YUMMY SLEEP!
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