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Usually have a lot of things to say. Just no mood to blog. =x
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I think I'm in love.
You know you're in love if you keep thinking about someone, and no it's not because the person owe you money or something. I think I'm in love. My friend and I touched on the topic of blogging last night and I told her I've a blog. That is about a month after she gave me her blog address. It was obvious she felt depressed that I didn't tell her mine till now (even not now as I speak). I tried explaining to her, however lame and futile it sounded, that my blog and her blog are totally different kinds of styles, and I was afraid she sees me differently due to this. I think it's a very selfish answer on my part. People form their own opinions. She gave me hers without contemplating how I would think about it, but then again, it's not possible that I have to give everyone my blog when they give me theirs. This, I emphasise again, is a private blog in which I type what I want, and nobody knows who the hell I'm!! Actually you will know who I'm if you read carefully, but that's not the point again. I think I'm in love. I'm very afraid that she will get angry over this, but I hope nobody gets angry over such a small issue. Maybe it's a big issue, maybe I'm thinking too much again. But there's no doubt I'm thinking much about her lately. I can't wait to see her again, plus our schedules are busy. Waitaaaminute~ You don't believe my schedule is busy, huh? Just because I'm online 25hours a day doesn't mean I'm not busy okay~~~!!!!! I'll write this much now, because I've gotta change, eat my noodles and head out for soccer. I feel a little slight headache. It sucks, because I hate to admit it again I'm old. It's only a few months ago that I need not sleep the whole night and go out running fit. But now just a little fatigue leaves me complaining ill. I hope nobody scolds me, because I'm old enough to scold myself, and I'll consider that. Have a beautiful sunday. triggering Mr Ng HS |
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