sorry all.

it has been a crazy month. I seriously can't believe that I'm still alive after the oh-so-hectic schedule. I'm sure I'm not the only student who's taking SPM, as we all know, there are hundreds, thousands, I don't know. =__=" my point is, I need a life cause preparation for SPM took half my life away and i need to loosen up, cause i'm walking like a piece of wood.

so unattractive, i know.
this is what SPM does to innocent girls at the age of 17. oh so sweet sweet age of 17. = )
anyway, enough with the SPM drama.

YESTERDAY was Thanksgiving day.
THANK YOU, ALL OF YOU FOR BEING MY BUDDIES.
yea, even if you're not, thank you anyway. =|

it was supposedly the last day of school for CLS form 5 girls, but sad to say, it wasn't. and still isn't. T___T and will never be. we sang, and signed cards, took a museum full of pictures and exhcanged farewell presents. it was very.. merry? yes, very jolly? yes, it was MERIAH! xD

but i wasn't.
you know i was wondering
"Thanksgiving day would be the perfect day to know your achievements. No, not academically but socially. A day you would be able to find out how popular, loved or accepted you are in school. Just a theory. Just a thought. Nothing serious."

i sat in class, looked at my classmates and smiled to myself. i have honestly failed in being a social butterfly. I dare say i barely know my classmates, or all of their names and i would expect the same from them. BUT it's alright, cause i chose for it to be this way. Was i Lonely?

out of the blues, Zhuey and pui yee barges into my classroom and says ' HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAD!' as they hand over their lil tokens of appreciation. To be brutally honest, I am seriously touched by their kind gesture. I know i've been one lousy dad.. so.. yeah, it meant a lot to me. =) i bump into my sissy sons, and being sons, they just hugged and wished me. so man of them. xD i bump into my juniors, lil gifts, lots of hugs.

maybe i wasn't a nasty senior after all? O.o

we walked to the hall, and my eyes searched for someone but she wasn't there. I left my bag at a corner and rushed out of the hall. She wasn't anywhere to be seen! I walked straight and turned at a corner. -calm- there she was, sitting down, holding her bottle, smiling at me. I felt..at home. I felt safe. i smiled back. i felt warm. we walked arm in arm to the hall and sat down with the rest of the students. i saw her circle of friends, a group she belongs to, all circling her, battling one another to take pictures with her. She went with them.

did i feel lonely?

before taking pictures, she looked at me and said ' Sam, you come in too!' and drags me by the arm with a smile so wide that the ends would have touched her ears. Home. With Edwina by my side, how could i feel lonely?

acceptance by a thousand students, doesn't count as much as the acceptance i see in her eyes. Flaws, stupidity, clumsiness, what-nots.
I thank God for knowing her. I really do.

the irony was that at the end of the day,
we didn't even thank each other for.. each other.
we didn't have to say anything.
we already knew.

=)

JoLene.