I don't even know if you come here anymore but I'll take my chance, no matter. It has been quite a while since I last heard from you, an sms or a call. I can't even recall when was the last time we met for a dinner date. It has been *that* long. I'm not sure why though. Could it be that you didn't have time for me anymore? Or that you have other friends more worthy of your time? Well, I am naturally upset and bewildered at the same time as to why we've suddenly stopped talking. Did I do anything wrong, because I msot certainly don't remember saying or doing anything untoward? ( we haven't been talking eversince we got our results). I seriously haven't got a clue.

I shall not be a moron and keep on beating about the bush. I shall fess up and admit to the world that I miss you very much. Not in a sickly, lesbian way, just in a sisterly, friendly way. I look at that graduation note you have every morning as I get ready for work (most dreadful) and think to myself, how on earth did we drift apart?

Just what happened to B1 and B2? Remember during GP mass lecture, beruk queen number 1 and beruk queen number 2? Whatever happened to us? Am I not worthy as a friend because I'm a boring shopping companion? Or because I do not have similar bgr experiences and wisdom to share? Yes, you may find this a little overbearing, foolish and unnecessarily emotional. But I really don't care. I already am not as fortunate as you to luxuriate and bask in happiness, which, I am aware is not easy to accomplish. I hope you won't deny me a friendship I've always treasured right from the beginning. I may not be a kickass shopping companion as much as Noi is, or someone whom you can talk to about love, drama and relationships. But I am pretty sure I'll do an equally good job at being a friend and a good one at that.

I got wasted in front of the television today. Not that kinda wasted (whatever it was you people had in mind). I woke up at 12 today after a very long night from soccer and a very romantic movie. It didn't help that I've been depressed as of late, and that movie made me bawl my eyes out. It was truly moving. Before the whole sappy love story affair, I caught the 203rd merseyside derby and I was fuming mad just a few minutes into the game with the sending off of Steven Gerrard and all. I told a friend "if liverpool loses this game, I hope the ref dies". I was cussing throughout the game. It was outrageous. A simple warning for the first infringement would have sufficed. But nooooo, ref had to flash the yellow card. Fortunately for the ref and of course Liverpudlians all over the world, we emerged victorious.

I'm very worried. I have no idea when I will ever have the time to go back to school to collect the cca record. I have to send in the documents latest by April 5th. Tsk. Very leceh, you know. Unless I am keen on giving up on the teaching scholarship just like that, I have to wake up at 7 one of these days to head back to school. One of these days...

Okay, I am emotionally drained. I'm out of here.

p.s: sha! check your mail!