Still dere

I need to write.

I shouldnt have started my morning with you. I forgot how u had the ability to make me feel the way u do. Choked. Thats how it is.

I could never be good enuff. In all actuality you're never good enuff for me. You couldnt stop that ability.

Its good though. I only miss you when u're right beside me.

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I let the hair dresser chop of a good portion of my hair. It's in this weird length. Neither short nor long. Perfect for the indecisive. Argh. No more braids.
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At 12 am yesterday I felt the tears overwhelm my eyes as the brothers made their dash to the finishing line. I've never been a fan of amazing race. Such a non emotional show. Guess I was wrong. Those same brothers who's van overturned and knocked over the camera man. Those hours they wasted waiting for a replacement van. The gay couple competitors who stopped their van just to check if everything was okay. Rob and Amber driving by. That worried look across his face. The prayer he said out loud, asking God to forgive him. And those big quick desperate strides, those long limbs and athletic body that helped them overtake the other team. They were so close. So close. Alas they reached and I swear the host had tears in his eyes...

I guess I wanted them to make it. Simply coz they were brothers. SImply coz throughout the accident they stuck by each other. There was no blame pushing. Merely encouragement. 'We are not gonna get eliminated' 'We're not.' He kept saying this on the van....While the other couple bickered over their task.....

Leenu was telling me how emotional she is. She crys at the Indian Idol show. Guess she's not alone on this.

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I couldnt take my eyes of this little boy on the train. He's abt 8. He's all abt basketball. One, he carried one. Two, his handphone keychain was one. And three, his singlet and burms both had one too. Such made him different. He had that air of confidence. So sure of himself. Like he knew what he wanted and nothing else mattered. Anyhow. I realised that I never made a distinction between what I wanted and what I was good at. Being good at sth often made u wanna pursue it...even though it might not be what u want.

There was another instructor at Yoga yesterday. I suppose she was a traniee of some sort. She was just by the side observing. And at one point we were doing the so-and-so pose and she said outloud 'so envious'. Then my instructor said 'Oh this is Zann. Zann is very flexible.' Ho Ho. I lift my head up from crotch and said ' Aye...Its coz I'm young.' And she said 'Not true!~ Some pple just cant do it!'

I was gleaming. =) I think I might have stumbled on sth I like and can do.

My chat buddy went missing. She went to make more of the thing that makes the world go round.

OC is back. Seth Cohen. =) My bro is cite. Or rather his fren is. He couldnt stop humming the tune to his ear in class tdy. Ho Ho. Boys are cute. Arent they.