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Sunday, June 08, 2008 |11:00 PM|

Meant to be lonely

Once upon a time, there was a little boy called Timmy. Little Timmy had a lot of friends he played with at school, and they always had a lot of fun.

Once day, Timmy's mom called him to the kitchen and asked "Timmy dear, would you mind fetching me some eggs from the market? (we only have like 5000 of them left)" (-.- LOL how many do they eat a day ANWS >_>)

"Sure!" Timmy agreed.

The market was a tat far from where Timmy's family resided. Boyyyy... It ain't gonna be noo fun goin' over that yonda' by ma'self Timmy thought.

He decided to ask some of his friends along. even though it was just a short fifteen minutes walk from his house, Just for the company. He knew they might be busy doing the weekend project the teacher gave them, but that didn't really make him change his mind about asking a friend along.

Johnny? Mary? Bobby? Jane?
Nahhh...
Come to think of it, he wasn't that well off with any of them to ask such a favour from them. Afterall, it was at the cost of any of them having the hassle of getting ready to go, and forgoing the time they could've spent on the project just for company for he had wanted.
It would've just been a lil' too demanding for them.

Justin, for one, wouldn't really have minded. He was, to Timmy, his closet friend in school afterall.
But then again, Justin stayed far away from the town centre, and.... let's just say Timmy didn't want to trouble his buddy.

In the end, Timmy went to the market and came back with the eggs all by himself, humming a melodious tune, which in fact hid a hint of loneliness in it.

"Here're the eggs mom!"

And life went on...

-END

LOL. YES FINALLY finished the story
and ya i know my narrative skills quite uhhh.... ya --
haha AIya
Not completely my fault also arh. Bro came and hijacked the com HALFWAY. and i only got it back like half an hour later (and therefore the kindaaa disjointed story... if u think so --) haha

ANWs, juz a random story..
Cause I suddenly got reminded of sec3. When I wrote those suuuper crappy Timmy compos and everyone got entertained by them (i think) (cause they were so full of CRAP) haha

Moral of the story? Go figure. LoL
hiakhiak (<---what sound is THAT oO)
I might JUST become some great story book writer one day
LOL (dream onn) hahaha

HANDS UPDATE

can carry some stuff liao though not really the heavy ones.
But can see it improving la. Honestly, the diff btwn each day is Observable! :D haha
And I dunno if the metal thing poking my skin is becoming less, or what, but like cant rly feel liao. maybe poke too long the nerves dont send signal liao -- haha

STUDY TIME

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