Why don't you kiss her?

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

HOHO. another boring day, and i don't know why, i just feel very tired. yawn yawn yawn, and there's loads of hw to do. cry lah, hoho. oh well, there's still lit and ss project to do. YAWN. and im way bored at home with no mood to study. i feel like sleeping lah~. yawn, so school was okay today. and geography lesson is the nicest one of all, and according to debbie, miss chew's lesson comes NEXT. wow. that's high man. hahahha.

okay. next thing. i think i'm going madddddddd already okay, there's so many things waiting for me to do, and i just cant be bothered, well. i didnt have the mood. im all sleepy and stuff, oh and it's a bad bad bad day again. why? well, i think im mad. so, when i came home, i was just lazing around the tv area, and bla bla bla, then i went up, and i saw cotten candy. guess what i called her? hohoho. i went,"hey tiffany!". then she stare at me. rah. then i went, "oh, HI! you look like her all of a sudden." hoho, well. then i went up to my room. next, i lost track of my show. instead of 13, i went to watch 12. watched for like 15 minutes, until i realised i watched it already. hahaa. third, after i put the down the phone, i totally forgot what i wanted to do next, and it was, to bathe. so i went to read lao fu zi. then went to bathe and yadah. then when i came down, i saw my tuition teacher(she was teaching tracy then), i forgot her name, so i went, "hello". yadah. whats happening to me ah? hahaha. well well, im going kuku. haha.

okay. im going to do my maths. hahaa. BYE WORLD.

Thinking. Can't stop thinking.
Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day.
That dream was mine.
A utopian dream.

Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree.
Pointy, like a star, you shone.
So bright, yet not shining as a star would,
But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard.
You would not show off like a star.
Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively -you were a star in my eyes.

But like all stars, you died.
That gas was gone.
No pull between us.
The atmosphere was dryand I began to choke.
I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor,
drunken mother - I did not know what was happening.
Dazed. Confused.
Without true reality, I there sat.
Wondering.

The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning.

if only i can reverse time, i'll reverse back to the time we spoke like friends.

Buy one get one Free

Behind that door