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Monday, October 02, 2006

you sounded like it's the last time i'm ever going to hear from you. i have a hunch, a very strong one, that this is the last time you are going to talk to me. i have a feeling, that in future, when we talk again, if it ever happens, it's just going to be a hi. exactly how i want it to be, exactly what she currently faces, exactly how i'm going to be like her. i have totally no idea how to face you when i return to singapore. the only image in my mind, is when i see you, i will treat you as a non existent object. in reality, the only possibility when i see you, is to fake a smile and to act as if i'm jubilant about meeting your entire bunch.

i've come to realise that, i can no longer look straight into your eyes.

SIGH-.

Beth and I went to Lucerne yesterday. went around to see the mini Great wall of China. It's like 7 buildings and we only managed to see 3 of them, just way too long. Chanced upon cows, or is that an ox. hahas* but it looks like you... then we went into a souvenir shop, bought myself room slippers with the swiss cross, and the swiss knife. Beth thought for the longest of times if she should buy it for stupid telephone. Rather than me thinking, i gave her this task. If she buys it for stupid telephone, i will buy it for the stupid you. She didn't buy it, and i was whining on and on when we left the shop. ironic eh?

it was already 7pm, yet it seemed more like a freaking 9pm. and i'm uber not used to the darkness now that 7pm here in Glion is like 5pm in Singapore. finally, the impossible-ly well-known lion carving in the park. it is absolutely obscure. and it amazed me that we found it, in some way. i must honestly admit that that place gave me very bad vibes. just by entering the park scared me quite a bit. it was kinda eerie and cold. the impression that i had, all the while, was a small lil lion statue in a park, only to realise that it wasn't anywhere near what i thought it would be. it was magnificently huge, craved out on a part of the huge huge stone wall. anyways, shan't elaborate too much. it is anyhow, something gotta do with the war. scary, really.

watch this space for photo uploads.

heading to Lugano and Locarno tomorrow.

if by chance, please don't appear in my mind.

Charmaine.@3:50 AM
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