Tuesday, February 28, 2006
my secret, your secret
It is 36 degrees outside, how can I not feel hot? I was supposed to meet my girls for lunch at Uni but I just can't bring myself to step out the house under such weather. So here I am, staying in thinking what should I do on a freaking burning hot afternoon.
I checked in PostSecret as usual and the postcard that reads, "I'm afraid to go to the doctor because I'm afraid he will tell me that I have some awful disease and that I'm going to die young" hit me right away.
I used to feel that way when I was much younger. It's weird but I guess I was afraid of dying. Now, I'm feeling alright with the thought of it.
I've been a reader of PostSecret for quite a while now. The website used to have archives before it became popular and I'd enjoyed browsing through them, sharing the emotions that each person has gone through, be it happiness or sadness. Now, the website is only updated once a week and the archives have been removed. Not surprising because the author just published a book titled, of course, PostSecret. As much as I don't like the fact that it is commercialized, I bought the book from Amazon and I'll donate it to my local library as soon as I finish looking through it. You don't actually "read" postcards, do you?
Speaking of secrets, I've been hiding some "upsetting news" from S.
My girls dislike him.
Not just my girls but their boyfriends, one of my dogs, my sisters (although they've not met him), my housemates, almost anyone I know apart from H. But then again, we met through H so that makes H his friend as well. I'll dislike him too if I didn't know him I supposed.
Heck, I don't even know why. Sorry can't answer that question! It's not the fact what people think about S that upset me so much, it's the fact that they pointed out my inner thoughts. I honestly don't know why I'm with this guy. It's probably because the sex is good.
I checked in PostSecret as usual and the postcard that reads, "I'm afraid to go to the doctor because I'm afraid he will tell me that I have some awful disease and that I'm going to die young" hit me right away.
I used to feel that way when I was much younger. It's weird but I guess I was afraid of dying. Now, I'm feeling alright with the thought of it.
I've been a reader of PostSecret for quite a while now. The website used to have archives before it became popular and I'd enjoyed browsing through them, sharing the emotions that each person has gone through, be it happiness or sadness. Now, the website is only updated once a week and the archives have been removed. Not surprising because the author just published a book titled, of course, PostSecret. As much as I don't like the fact that it is commercialized, I bought the book from Amazon and I'll donate it to my local library as soon as I finish looking through it. You don't actually "read" postcards, do you?
Speaking of secrets, I've been hiding some "upsetting news" from S.
My girls dislike him.
Not just my girls but their boyfriends, one of my dogs, my sisters (although they've not met him), my housemates, almost anyone I know apart from H. But then again, we met through H so that makes H his friend as well. I'll dislike him too if I didn't know him I supposed.
Heck, I don't even know why. Sorry can't answer that question! It's not the fact what people think about S that upset me so much, it's the fact that they pointed out my inner thoughts. I honestly don't know why I'm with this guy. It's probably because the sex is good.
chica bonita fluttered eyelashes @ 15:24| 6 comments
