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i'm waiting for the sms or phone call.

updated 2/9/2008:
and i got an email. it's clear now. between us, there's nothing but this wall. and she had scrubbed the wall, and painted new picture. a picture that says thousand words. and those words jumbled up to say, "i'm sorry. it can't be".

surprisingly, it seems to be like i've been half-expecting it to be. for since the last day we were at the wall, there is no certainty on what will happen. so i've decided that the wall is to be left all alone, till a black bird hovers on top of it, carrying the bad news together with its droppings.

its the omen.

as much as i hoped that she might be the one, the omen shows that she is not. and i better be off, leaving the wall there, wishing the girl who lived at the other side of it, to live a happy life ever after.

and me? i'll just continue this journey with my trusted PDA phone, and this weary and teary blog.