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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

with the sounds of the ocean crashing 7:30 friday evening
everything comes tumbling down
i choke back each tear that bleeds
i'd rather rest forever in your arms
i'd rather stay here than go
but i know that i should leave as i sit here helpless
don't go
you said you wouldn't
you said you couldn't
i think of our time together is it fading
am i dreaming
everything you said lives on
i cherish our memories
i want to kiss your tears away tonight
it's hard to give up the one you never thought you'd leave
don't go
your eyes see through my soul
don't go you say
as i walk out your door.

its one of those days. i dont think completing the prelims made me feel any better. as i was walking at parkway with my sister just now, i bumped into one of my primary school teacher. at this point of time, my memory is failing me. i'm trying hard to recall whether or not she taught me. shady memories but i guess she once did. maybe in primary 2. but yeah. so we talked for a while and god she was soooo happy to see me. i really didnt make that up. she said it herself "i'm so happy to see u~" hahahaha. really. somehow, she brightened up my day.

i had a dream. no..its not of one that dreamer lies. but my dream did lie. it was so unrealistic. right when it was at its peak, kushie jumped on me and woke me up. sigh. curious to what could have been the ending. but at the same time thankful cos dreams either crush me or give me hope. none of those pls.

i feel like a proud mother looking at her sons all grown up, becoming a man, fighting for their rights. with the arrival of a new pair of kittie or according to am, CATS, kushie n cleo have been meowing and roaring and wat no for their territory. territorial struggle i must say. something along side of "i'm the king of the castle". but in this case, mother aint oblivious. bandits my ass. **sorry for the erm lack of details. at this point only mal n am would understand**

anyone one wants few months old pure breed british short hair?? FREEEE!!! if only kingshaw n hooper could be friends!!! ARGGH!!!!!!!!

sorry for the references to itkotc..i just dun understand why some ppl just dun like that novel. bleagh. too bad.


may have typo..dont bother. more updated to come later.

8:59:00 pm

Anahraf El Diab
I wish i could say that i'm unique and different but that would be a lie. from my mom, i stole her features, her attitude and 1/5 of her strength. i kinda ripped of my dad's hairstyle and that obviously isnt a choice. i think i would be a fashion disaster or a real girly girl if it werent for my brother and thank god for that. at the same time, i would have been naive and maybe a boy if it werent for my sister. hur hur. the rest of me, i picked it up somewhere along the way thru my 19 years old journey and that is what u gotta find out.


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