Heart Disk (lame?)

Of all the worries in my mind, in my world, in the universe!!

I dun even have time to worry abt my weight, altho it is not like there is anything to worry about, And I expect all of you to agree.

"It is so hot lately. And I can't wear singlets!" said Me.
"Why? Just wear one!" said innocent Su-ee.
I laughed with a tingling li'l hurt inside me.

Sometimes despite not being close as in physically erm, or should I say not realized us being close, and that person actually opened up to you. The moment you feel their honesty and what they are willing to share or entrust in you, is really touching. At least, I feel like you see something in me. Something which made you believe in me and share with me the problems you have.

I just realized there are actually a lot people that share with me their lives. This is hard to put. A friend, can be someone who is just present in numerous chapters in your life.
But special friends are those who shared your life with you.
Left memories, laughters, reminiscence, advices, happiness and moments in your life.

In these people, you can hear the truth in nice ways or in harsh ways! But equally appreciated both ways and everything usually ends with a laugh. A light hearted but lingering laugh. Or if it is started by Amy, might be a lame but repetitive one. After all, Papaya-Pumpkin moment is still deeply carved in my Funny Folder in my Heart Disk.

Along the way, meeting so much people, sometimes I wonder why did we meet? Some of these selected people I wish I had made the effort to know better and maybe, we could have created great moments together! After all some of my random actions have brought in GREAT things to my life! And there are those few which I wish I had never invested in that much effort and hopes. But as you deal with life, LGO. Life Goes On. Lame case again.

Speaking of lameness, SiewChin got the Lame Ques no. 2 I put on my Frenster shoutout, proving that: She is the Lame of all Lameness. Rite? I said so. I said so!

There are few people who I can be really honest to in my life. I have a lot of people talking to me, sharing with me their deepest emotions. But to me it is hard. Lacking of female genes maybe? Ectopic expression of male genes in me? Bla. Genetics babi.

Always wondered why it is so hard for me. And the few I can truly talk to are getting further and further away from me. So much so that sometimes I worry what effect distance can bring to what we share now.

That is why I miss those quiet nights we walked back together to Normanby.
The read-between-the-lines MSN chats we share which seems like craps and arguments to others, and how well you know when I had a problem.
The lame lame jokes you insert in between serious chats with your CUTE accent.
The times we had on our own to talk while you drive that familiar white car.

This family of Heroes is getting smaller. How sad.
I should be expanding this family of mine. So that I can release more.
At least I learnt to let go!