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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
9:45 PM

EDISON EDISON EDISON EDISON!

CHRIST, HE'S SO CUTEEEEEEEE! =) Me and Evangeline got to make eye contact and wave at him today! Unfortunately another barrier was blocking Edison from getting to us so we had to settle for just a wave. However, not as unfortunate as we were, the girls on the opposite side got to shake hands, take pictures and videos, and get autographs from that enthusiastic, more than happy to, handsome HANDSOME fella! He was like SO close to them!? *sigh. Lucky bitches la. Lol. Anyway, I found out that Edison has difficulty pronouncing his words in chinese and it gives me a full sense of satisfaction, cos neither can I. =))

Another busy week's coming up and the grade of my radio report just isn't gonna help me gear up for everything else that's coming next. I suppose radio's just not my forte, either that or I really didn't put in the effort. Don't ask me whether I tried hard or not, cos I really can't recall. See!? School's eating my memory. All that's in my head now's that scene of Edison showing off his VERY charming smile, returning waves to me and Evangeline. Hahaha!

Digressing...

I was just looking out my window awhile ago, I do that when I feel congested, and I saw this elderly man walking alone along the carpark. He was despondently looking around as though in search for a friend to run to and say "Hi", and from a distance, his expression was forlorn. He wanted a friend, someone who would share his laughter and his pain, a companion. I could hear a silent sigh escaping his lips from where I was, and it punched me in my ribs like an angry blow. I could feel his woe. I felt just as desolated. Just as empty.

It triggers me to wander whether loneliness's obligated to happen to everyone. For some, it's their destiny to b bitter and alone, and right now, I sure feel like part of that fraction of ppl. I hate it when "I miss you" plays, it doesn't obstruct that emotion from me.

When or how will that empty spot be filled? Or am I damned to it for as long as God-knows-how-long.

Every sentimental song reminds me over and over again.

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