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Tuesday, April 10, 2007 2:34 PM ;I'm listening to your breathing. Yesterday, time spent with preetyboy was a blast. Okay, that's all you need to know. People might just accuse me of having no dignity if I were to reveal more, hahaa. ;p Days ago, while I was searching through examples of well-written English compositions for my tuition kids, I came across my four years old handbook. I had this urge to flipped through it and read back the words but I was shit scared of bad memories. But the handbook which was covered with collage picture of different faces brought this uncontrollable temptation. The first few pages bored me until I saw this two words 'Independent Babe'. I laughed. I read through and believe it or not, I started to smile and laugh to myself. Everything about me and preetyboy was written in that handbook. Like, the first time he called me, the first time we walked to my home from school (it was a goddamnit 30minutes walk anyway), the first time we went out for a date (it was to Bedok Library, hahaa), the first time we kissed (it was a peck I gave him on his cheek before running out of the lift and never looked back after that), the first time he held my hand and yes, I read a lot about my written feelings and emotions. Oh my god. Baby, remember the time we got separated in the train while trying to squeeze through the closing door? I was already in the train and suddenly you let go of my hand and when I turned around, you were there standing on the platform, with the thick glass door in between us. I wrote that in my handbook, you know. HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, I got drifted in all those sweet memories but anyway, I think I'll stop just here. I have stuffs to do - book marking pages of compositions that needs to be photocopied, wrapping up birthday gift, compiling science notes chapter by chapter and hitting Popular for assessment books. Ah, that's the life of a tutor. Goodbye. That's It For Today. Goodbye.
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