Plethora of Oxymora
7 Oct 2007, 06:15pm, BTS
I’m not saying it’s my fault, but I didn’t point my finger at anyone else either.
I was drenched, tired, famish and dehydrated. Wasted hours on travelling time to and fro, broke fast on a crowded public transport, spent hours again on the road — only to have this memento scribbled on a piece of paper, somewhere in my wallet.
Only to notice that she returned back to the rendezvous point as I turned back home.
I failed to cherish the memory, you say?
This is a part of the memory.
I still keeping a log on my private journal.
But not since October.
A wasted effort.