K.S, is it you?

A replay of a movie made four years ago, but with a change in the ending. This was the second chance offered by Fate which had emerged, after the years of sheepish hiding, to make restitution. The ways of Fate in the service of this awesome thing called love were surely mysterious. She had read a story, as a child, of a little girl who wept over a sad ending in her story-book. A fairy appeared with a pair of scissors. "Cut it out," said the fairy. "But that will ruin my book!" said the little girl, who had got it for her birthday. "No, it won't," said the fairy and proceeded to help the little girl cut out the sad ending. "Throw it away, since it makes you unahppy," said the fairy and the little girl obeyed and threw it away. "Now read the story again," said the fairy, and the little girl was astonished to see a new page where the old one had been cut off, containing exactly the ending she wanted.


Could be numbness, could be because the right feeling hasn't come my way. Perhaps I need to learn to fall for it, before I fall for anything else, or anyone.

It was Ms Chiew's bad hair day. Earlier on she was still smiling cheekily till the latecomers came in and made her flare up. Despite that though, I couldn't help but secretly laughed to myself when she made the claim, "Please don't take advantage of my niceness."
Maybe that sentence was in no way comical or entertaining but it was my natural instinct that triggered. Whoops.

Tomorrow's her lesson, AGAIN. Well I really got to pick up the knack of saying the RIGHT thing at the RIGHT time before she makes her complaints of me to the principal and I'm kicked out of the college(I would hope so though).

I'm hooked to my book, fascinatedly awed, or because I love to live in fantasy. This time, it's somewhat overindulgence.