Wednesday, June 01, 2005
reminiscence
This sudden ice-cream obsession craving thingie, it's been going on for 4 days. And for the past 3 nites that S has failed to deliver a big tub of yummylicious Baskin-Robbins to my door step, he owes me 3 barrels or $100 worth of ice-cream now, whichever he prefers.
I did not even hint him, I told him straight off that I want ice-cream and I want it now. Is it so hard for him to understand that cravings are meant to be attended to immediately? Like pronto! I don't care if people think I'm being unreasonable but cravings are cravings. I don't care if he's busy with his assignment, the ice-cream place is just 10 minutes drive away. I'm just gonna give up on him now. The fact is, he doesn't fucking care about me. Sigh.
Then I thought of W, how he was willing to drive all the way to Macca's whenever I have one of those weird cravings at 3am in the morning. He is the perfect ideal boyfriend who would do anything for me. And me, I'm the selfish good for nothing girlfriend.
*deep breath*
On an unrelated note, memories of Ell keeps on floating back to me for the past few nights. I just don't know why am I still thinking about him that much. But of course, they're all good thoughts. Then it hits me that it's been almost a year since I first met him. One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. It just seem...
like yesterday.
Fast forward and here I am...
...wondering... pondering...
whether he still think of me occassionally.
I think he does.
But why? Why things don't always work out the way we want them to? Maybe it's for the best that it remains this way. He will always be that special someone to me.
I did not even hint him, I told him straight off that I want ice-cream and I want it now. Is it so hard for him to understand that cravings are meant to be attended to immediately? Like pronto! I don't care if people think I'm being unreasonable but cravings are cravings. I don't care if he's busy with his assignment, the ice-cream place is just 10 minutes drive away. I'm just gonna give up on him now. The fact is, he doesn't fucking care about me. Sigh.
Then I thought of W, how he was willing to drive all the way to Macca's whenever I have one of those weird cravings at 3am in the morning. He is the perfect ideal boyfriend who would do anything for me. And me, I'm the selfish good for nothing girlfriend.
*deep breath*
On an unrelated note, memories of Ell keeps on floating back to me for the past few nights. I just don't know why am I still thinking about him that much. But of course, they're all good thoughts. Then it hits me that it's been almost a year since I first met him. One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. It just seem...
like yesterday.
Fast forward and here I am...
...wondering... pondering...
whether he still think of me occassionally.
I think he does.
But why? Why things don't always work out the way we want them to? Maybe it's for the best that it remains this way. He will always be that special someone to me.
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