oheya!lol..thats the name of the chips they sell in sch..bt u can oso use it lik a greeting.. " oh! hey-a!"..c? lol..hahahha..i came up wif it wen diyana went to buy those chips..

anyways, i jus kinda got home abt 40 mins ago..had cca nite duty till 9..

watched beach.ball.babes which JUST ended..

fiona came to sch todae! :D i met my real life twin in person..how cool is that? :p

and i still have a growing obsession over someboday...

oh oh,i jus opened my email la..arvin sent me this forwarded email abt nvr be shy to say ur love that u love him/her..the email was so darn nice la..touching bt sad sad sad...weirdly i opened up the email to read cos i don exactly read all of this forwarded kinda mails..i jus leave them there to rot unless i occassionally happen to open some random ones up to read..and yep, not bad this one..really nice..

had gp wif new teacher todae..mr ganesan..bt todae was his FIRST and LAST lesson wif my class..oh praise all man! according to aishah and diyana and all,he's funny..bt i tink i can be funnier and i am..dan i claimed that he was boring..his jokes were the non-funny lame stuff..and i was lik OH PUHLEASE! so the conclusion aishah and diyana arrived at : me(yogam) too prejudiced against this one..cos i APPARENTLY have something for ____ (fill in the blanks with the CORRECT word :/ ) and so,all the other following gp teachers have no significance whatsoever wif me..actually kinda true la.. :p

ok,i gtg now..bt before i leave,i shall put up the email arvin forwarded me..for ur reading pleasure (:

SO LONG THEN! BYEEE! :D

10th Grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so-called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair.
I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that. And I knew it.
After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to her.
She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends.
I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.

11th Grade

The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.
She looked at me,said 'thanks,' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.

12th Grade

The day before prom she walked to my locker. 'My date is sick,' she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as 'best friends,' so we did. Prom night after everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, 'I had the best time, thanks!' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...

Graduation Day

A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, 'You're my best friend, thanks!' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why…

A Few Years Later

Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married,now.I watched her say, 'I do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me likethat, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, 'You came!' She said, 'thanks!' and kissed me on thecheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...

Funeral

yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my best friend.' At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me…i wish I did too…i thought to myself, and I cried.