10:29 pm
fickle pickle
same old song
it's 8:51 in the morn,
it's raining,
there's mary's song playing..
oh my my my...<33
BUT there's effing english to complete.
spoils the whole mood.Take me back when our world was one block wide
I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
Just two kids, you and I...
Oh my my my..
8:50 am
fickle pickle
honey honey;
back from the seas.
usually the thoughts come to me.
but this time,
i had to beckon the thoughts to me.
perhaps i have always liked hanging to the thoughts of you all along.
looked through some photos,
and i guess i can safely say,
i deluded myself all along.
i don't miss you,
but i miss someone.
someone that i don't know.
i just miss having someone there.
well, i know the someone is never coming.
and i'm fine with that.
so fine (:Two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me;
I looked at you like the stars that shined
In the sky, the pretty lights..
10:01 pm
fickle pickle
voulez vous;
oh yeaaa, cruise tmr!!!!!!!!
break from everything and everyone.
i can't wait for the sea and the sky.
why do things like to complicate themselves.
don't think too muchhhhhhhhh.
and watch that tone.
it's dangerous,
so superfluous.
passport- check,
camera- check,
shades- check,
bikini- check,
sunblock- check,
ipod- check.
doubt i'll wear the bikini.
sss-sorry, sss-sorry,
i didn't mean to break your heart.
8:46 pm
fickle pickle
slipped away
mom asked when was the last time we saw him.
i said i couldn't remember,
but i just did.
the last was in the hospital.
when he said he had chest pains.
i'm glad i held his hand before i left,
because that
was the last time.
the last time i said goodbye,
and i wasn't even aware it was going to be.
he slipped and fell and died.
he lay alone.
he was alone on the cold hard floor for two days before he was discovered.
he died alone.
how could that have happened.
i can't imagine the guilt and pain my father is going through now.
he used to buy prawn noodles for my brother and i in primary school.
i'll never forget that.
i'll never forget how he walked us down and waited with us for the school bus to arrive.
i'll never forget his demeanor;
that blank and blur questioning look when he couldn't comprehend my words.
i will miss going to his house.
miss the times we stayed together.
and funny how all this only floods in when he's gone.
i always knew this day would come.
i knew it would be soon.
i just didn't think, this soon.
kept telling myself i should drop by one day on my own just to see how he was doing,
but i didn't, i haven't.
and now the chance is gone.
suddenly i'm scared.
how soon will it be when my granny's turn comes?
then who next?
i can't bear the thought of my parents leaving.
and through this all, i wish you were by my side.
i wish i had a shoulder to lean on.
i thought i wasn't affected, wasn't sad.
but i am.
i am and i don't know what to do about it.
i don't feel like writing my english essay anymore.
today couldn't get more grey.in that windy afternoon,
we sat on the bench and just
listened to the wind and crickets sing..
we looked on into the peach sky ahead,
thinking, 'could there be a more beautiful thing..'
11:03 pm
fickle pickle
semi shut
my grandfather just passed away.
goodbye dear old man.
4:03 pm
fickle pickle
mary's song
oh my my my.
school's betting busier;
i can feel it.
i'm starting to feel the load.
english class wasn't very fun today.
worse still, music.
can't wait for next weekend so that i can escape from everyone and just look at the sea,
feel the sun and get lost in the blue sky. I'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine
I'll still look at you like the stars that shine
In the sky, oh my my my...
6:27 pm
fickle pickle
taciturn
nothing much to say these days.
cos days are same old, same old.
work school work schol,
missing you,
work school work school.somehow, i don't mind living on delusions and memories.
little fool, it's time to stop.
10:33 am
fickle pickle