Photos&Footprints
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Hello again!
Okay it's like 12:21am right now and i just finished creating my friendster account. Had to go through all my old pictures and frankly, it was quite a pleasant and somehow painful experience at the same time. Looking through made me realise how many friends i've lost and gained along the way, from StMarg's to Innova. The biggest footprint however, hurt the most. It would have hurt more if we hadn't moved on. Maybe i never will. But hey! like everyone keeps telling me, I have the luxury of picking who i want, whenever i want! (: Enough of sentiments actually. I thought i'd feel like, really sad and slip into THAT stage again, but thankfully, with the help of a selected few(you know yourselves) i managed to pick myself up. Now this, is what girlfriends are for. For telling you that the last guy you dated was ugly and you can do so much better. And to tell you that you're pretty just the way you are. And to buy you brownies just to have you stay with them till late and do nothing but goof around. Sounds like things guys should be doing right? Most of us don't get that kinda thing from a guy. They usually leave you with things that are difficult to erase. I go to a club to kill relationship memories, and i come back with more boytrouble. Like Vanitha always says, trouble always comes looking for me. Pity really. Haha.
Anyway, i got back from Gaya's place a while back. We managed to hang out like the old times today. Went shopping for her mum's present and then went back to her place to eat and catch a movie. Its moments like this that i really miss. Today however, proved that despite the vastly differing paths we girls took after our StMarg's days, staying in touch and doing what we love to do isn't really that hard. It's up to us really. I hoped you realised today Gaya, that if you want us to last, you have to make an effort like the rest of us. Today was the first step(:
Other than that, the only other interesting thing was probably my ballet teacher calling me and yelling in her thick Russian accent, demanding to know when i'm coming back for pointe lessons. She's going to kill me when she realises i haven't practised much. Okay fine at all. BTW the brazillian cockroach is really going to learn to Samba! Hahaa! Care to join me anyone?
Lotsa love,
Ragini (:
