Met up with Jac & Fon on wednesday to catch up over dinner at the esplanade..Some things can be picked up where they were left behind.


Jac the Branded , The De-moled, and me




my two lovely little pixies





A piece of art we found at the esplande walkway. Serious.




Pic taken at smu city campus. Library. Big library. Me Jas JC Sherina Douglas. I'm too lazy to type anything else. QM has evaporated my brain juices.



Another purpose for this entry, is to tell you that i don't want a fight. my silence does not represent any intention of starting a cold war. perhaps right now i'm just clumsy in handling the situation, but i really am trying to find the grace within myself to overcome the emotions that keep pushing me to the corner of blame and bitterness. i don't write this in condemnation, because i know i still love you as i always have. but yet i struggle seeing the changes in you; subtle as they may seem to you, they are glaring in my eyes. perhaps, like a close friend said, it's hard to see something you so precious to you get tainted. because to me, your apparent gradual liberalization of values taints my perfect image of you. But more so, it is difficult seeing myself being slowly replaced by strange faces. as i hear less from you and more about them, it's easy to feel forgotten. and that's not a feeling i like. Because while short, intermittent absences make the heart grow fonder, prolonged ones breed distance and unfamiliarity.

so what i'm trying to say is, right now i'm still grappling with my thoughts and feelings, and i have no intention to offend, nor ruin a friendship we've seeded and watered all these years.

your message lies saved in my inbox, read and re-read, to convince myself of my worth.