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Sunday, September 19, 2004

Surprise....ed

Atana came back.
She was overseas and came back.
For a holiday.
Have to say i was, for a moment there, stunned by the number that appeared on my handphone.

Hesitated to pick it up, but did. Partly regret doing so.
Feelings and emotions aside, well, Atana came back.
Of all days. Of all times. She just had to turn up at the worst possible time.

On the other hand, i heard Erna's romantically involved with someone for real.
Tatoo removal and everything.
Good one Erna.

May your days proceed in this direction.
You look nicer without your glasses.

End of today's entry.

Another thing. Let's try and assume what Atana's been up to.
She's a typical popularity-seeking girl who listens to mainstream music. Yes. Mainstream. Those absolutely pointless "songs" that is not "cool" unless it has some kind of bad-ass attitude or about amazing sexual attractions.
She's a victim of the mentality of the minor majority. A sucker for the "In" thing.
If suicide was the "IN" thing, she'd most likely be dead by now.
She can't take care of herself. That we know for sure.
She loves male attention a bit too much. No matter how much she tries to deny it.
Flirtatous is her socializing style.
I don't like the direction she's heading in life. Tried to change it. Failed. Getting out of the picture before the fecal matter hits the fan.
Her parents are paranoid for her with good reasons.
Her parents are racist and should read my entry titled Genki Dashite~.
Hell. Print it out and hang it in the living room.
She still sounds the same.
Talks the same. Reacts to the same things.
A bigger bimbo than Mari.

Kutabare~

2 comments:

MidlifeCrisisDolmat said...

"If suicide was the "IN" thing, she'd most likely be dead by now."

I am SO going to steal that line one of these days...Ahahahhahaha...:)

It's always a mess when the bimbo comes back to town, even for a while. Worse if you actually care about her.

She sounds horribly like this girl I once knew. Our circle of friends when nuts trying to keep her out of trouble. I think we were more worried about her than her parents ever will be.

I don't know what happened to her. Last I heard she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy of rather dubious ethnicity.

Ah well...such is life.

NeoWakko said...

My gut feeling tells me that her story is a very disturbing one.

Caring... giving a sh*t...
should be my next blog topic