i left a drumstick. i forgot you’re no longer around.

there’s so many things to cry about today. where do i start?

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merry christmas! though it’s not quite the same without you.

i wake up hoping to see you by my bed, waiting to have breakfast with me.

i walk to the toilet hoping to see you lying on the rug, waiting for me to wash up so we can spend the day together.

i walk down the stairs hoping to see you look up at me with your eager eyes, waiting to play a game of catch.

i open the door hoping to see you dash right in in excitement, wagging that little tail of yours.

i come home, hoping to see you waiting at the gate.

i tell myself this entire episode is just a bad dream, and when i wake up you’ll still be there for me.

i know it’s not gonna happen. never. and it hurts.

i’m sorry i stayed for training. i could have been back home, with you. i’m sorry i didn’t know you felt so tired, so tired that you couldn’t wait for me. just know that i love you, i really do.

i can feel it at the back of my eyes.
i must have cried more than one litre of tears.

16 December 2007

you’re gone, and it still hurts to know.

there’s so much i want to say, so much that i feel.

can you hear me?

you ought to be very ashamed of yourself.

poser alert!

omg, poser alert! i chanced upon this blog. the author copied my entire chunk of thoughts without giving me any credits. (hello?! it’s my thoughts! mine!) don’t pretend you thought what i thought.

seriously, i hate posers, people who aren’t themselves 99% of the time cause they are acting. isn’t it hard to live that way? trying too hard being someone you are not and can never be.

i mean, if someone praised you for something (which you perfectly imitated), you can’t even feel happy because you know that’s not what the real you are capable of. oh my. totally insane. and retarded. posers are fags.

you are a poser if you:
1. take my things (anything)
2. try speaking like someone else
3. act far more intelligent than you are
4. dress up like someone else

rah.

what satisfaction is there anyway?

that’s amore

when you whisper me goodnight,
that’s amore.

when you sit by the bed watching me wake,
that’s amore.

when i’m down and you hold my hands,
that’s amore.

when you give random kisses,
that’s amore.

when we cuddle on the couch on a rainy day (or not),
that’s amore.

when you speak of sweet nothings,
that’s amore.

oh, when you slap me hard on my back,
that’s amore too. ((:

hello? hello?! hello?!?!

picks up phone and try sms-ing again.

wa lao.. no reply AGAIN.

looks at time.

… 3.14am. damn. have you fell asleep?

without saying goodnight?!

rahhhhh !!

this is unacceptable (though not as unacceptable as the one below)

but still !!! ROAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

looks for someone else to talk to.

good night.