bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Sunday, September 17
i needed a hug.
or anything that would bring me away from the stack of papers and the mounting dread that i wont be able to make it. it seems like every circumstance has standards that are sky high. not that that's bad, standards make us better. strive. yes one mountain taller than another. (lost in translation, which just happens to be another disappointment.) but there will always be one particular one, the peak of the peaks. that's why we strive. because if we work hard enough, we will be that Peak. we set up our little camp on it, then decide we dont want to rent the space. we want to own it. we do all we can to stay there. cos reaching it aint enough. the next benchmark -who stays the longest. next, sustained achievement award. perhaps, long service award. time-to-go-down award. death, and this peak is inherited. (no wonder inheritance tax exists)
more often than not, we die trying to reach base camp.
this post is so off. i wanted to write about letters. letters and mountains have nothing in common. right. i needed a hug. or an encouragement bun. so i set out to find tng's hang in there card with the cute stickman. seems to be having a nice time hanging, i mean it's been two years and it still makes hanging so disgustingly easy. then again, stickman's mg is close to zero.
in the process i found letters. chances are - gifts land up next to the bed behind piles of books or in the garbage bag (after a few years la) but letters end up in the little shoebox on the top shelf. i have letters from before the PSLE. candice ending it with Gotta Study Real Hard? marianne from greenhouse, i have fond memories, with or without the card.
i have letters from lower sec. one cringes at the memory, loud seems to be the only trait i'm remembered by. i like to think that i have changed and am only loud when the evil monster comes out during games. because you must be loud, especially if you have to quack for someone. hurhur. what i like to think is usually miles from reality.
i like this particular one.
i said i'll reply, didnt i? ... wherever you are. love kristie. 16/2/04
it must have been after friendship day. i found out my keeping-in-touch disorder. guess i tried to do something about it then. but relationships require constant effort. i'm the worst procrastinator. it is incredibly sad, i miss her.
well some things stay constant. just before the Ordinary Levels. hello!! haha i am so cool ar. writing you a ... another three weeks will kill us. love glori '04.
every christmas, dear esther and family .... love lijun '0*. usually i put in on the grid-like thing at the living room. because it's for the family. but lately her messages has been peppered with meanie, you're so evil. i'm ashamed, so it goes into the shoebox immediately. yes it is time to remove the devil's horns and put on a halo.
i like samantha's notes, they make me laugh. bev's always sweet. winnie's lame. my angel and mortal from last year (i failed as an angel this year, my mortal failed me). evangeline always encourages. crystal's filled with smiles, most of the time i'm not just reading it, but imagining in my mind how she'll say it. mingdao's weighed down with inspirations, no i should say lifted. dear yvonne who reminds that He is love! no one should forget the love letter sealed with blood.
hugged (:
in the mean (hahah) time, we're hanging.
hello geography. woohoo!
goodbye
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