I waited 30 minutes for stupid bus number 147.
i stared at the lone star in the black black sky and became emo.
really black sky, and really 1 star only.
i disgust at the flirting malay guy at watsons.
i pitied the child whose mum doesnt want to bring him to a 'curoius' corridor which he had wanted to explore for once. why didnt the mum allow? wait till they are older like now, i do what i want, but what if it never happens?
i hate bedtime, when i dream those stupid sick scary dreams.
i wished mum bolied sleeping tonic for me to sleep.
the malay hippo guy was nice today, helped me wrap, but he was selfish, aiya.... why is ppl always like this, nice once and bad another? just the same as i have described amanda during bbq, but... lets see just the nice side.
my mind drifted to the day monsy came to console me in the counselling room...
i walked aimlessly at watsons.
and speeded home tonight.
i wondered if words and poems really meant true, or a lil bit of faith for your friend.
because i closed my eyes. like you asked me to.
all food shops were closed, mum toasted me a curry puff.
my whiny work mate... but she's alright.
i feel this tiring work helps me to get over separation from school better.
good then.
qingyun visited me, her snoopy paradise.
guess what song i am listening to? one chance.
No promises.
my heart skipped a beat.
of all songs.
faraway from home 4 in the morning million tears graduation shape of my heart flying one more night ready for love.
this is black and white.
ay.starsplash.that night. at the house. the song. i asked.