Sunday was fine, Eliz had a lovely sleep. so lovely that she overslept, and woke up at twelve thirty in the noon, instead of 8 in the morning. yes, she also woke up at eleven because there was a malay wedding going on a stone's throw away, and the emcees and singers were warming up. eliz's mother was going on about the beautiful decorations... and pretty chairs. eliz is not amazed, because she saw how they stayed up all night long to get it done so prettily! three cheers for their energies. yes, on to the next topic. awaking at eleven, eliz saw that the silly red shit-ass mobile of hers was not charging. so she went to find another charger. and tried to charge the red W910i. to no avail. apparently, the phone was having her PMS, and decided to breakdown completely. no amount of curses, throws or frustration thrown against the red-ass mobile worked. so she had to borrow her mother's cool motorola flip phone. oh man. eliz want that phone too, she thinks. eliz misses church and all her churchmates a lot, but by not attending church, words means peanuts. her friend, lincoln, told her that God wants her back, but she's not very sure herself. she's just so.. off the path. heading into the forest. she doesn't know, either. so anyway, she went to work. she took bus 185, a bus she'd have to take on a daily basis in future. her eyes almost popped when she saw the fare. she like the long bus ride, btw. hate the long wait for the bus though. esp. in the persistent ziggy zaggy heat waves. she had a long think about everything and anything, letting thoughts past thru', letting imagination run wild. she was, at one point, imagining herself doing homework on the bus. now, how silly is that? recently, eliz has been writing a lot, be it typing on the key board, or writing on those unfinished foolscape. why, yesterday itself, she wrote three full pages, history's structured essay styled, worth of thoughts. at the end of it, her hands were trembling. so she arrived at Clementi a few minutes' late, to see Jon waiting at the bus stop. so they went off, to work. eliz was quite pissed today, because she had to work right smack outside the new mall at Clementi. but she got over it, and she's no longer pissed. she realized that the people are quite nice too, they brought chairs ov for them to sit. they also like her, they told her themselves. the new mall was.. cram. and haha, a sudden thought just passed thru' her mind. she suddenly remembered walking into Singtel, and all conversations stopping as they turned to stare at her and Jon. yeh. back to the point- what was it anyway? yeah. so eliz worked for X hours today, and didn't consume solid food for X hours. eliz is quite sure noone's reading at this point. she only ate a big fat sinful mcSpicy when she got home, which is so belardy sinful, she's so annoyed with herself. eliz suddenly missed those crazy math excercises ms chong used to give out, at bulk. eliz missed 4E6, too, despite all the wacky things that occured throughout. eliz is still eating, moving on to the next sin, chocs. yay. she's gonna have triple chin. haha. eliz is trying to forget. trying to remember. trying to grasp hold of the truth. trying to understand life. trying to accept life. trying to learn, trying to forgive, trying to piece the puzzle pieces together, trying to acquire knowledge, trying to stop, trying not to cry. the thing that may seem so minute to one, may be of utmost significance to another. eliz is so tired, at the age of seventeen, so tired. hiding lies, secrets, secrets, secrets. how do you keep a secret? do you know how to hide?