Wednesday, February 7, 2007
i stood at a corner of the cross junction, watching the traffic pass.
the thoughts are running through my head,
like how the cars are running the fallen leaves, crashing. thumping.
i wished i wasn't one who thinks a lot.
i wished i was a little girl once more, riding the carousel over and over again.
i wished
i wished.
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i was watching a show on Channel8 just now, it was about revamping of old estate HDB units
into conceptual living. Why wasn't my unit picked.tsk.
this reminds me of some people whom i met longlonglong time ago and the unforgettable expression they gave me.
u know, since young no one really believed that i was poor. i AM poor.
my family is not well off AT ALL.
noone believes me. i say my life was different, everyone laughed it off as well.
don't give me the look you think you wanna give me.
i don't need any of your sympathy.
and u don't hafta act like u know wtf is going in my family, in my life.
i know u look down on me.
its ok.
cus karma will bite you in your ass.
thats why i swear, i wanna be rich.
daddy's going to the hosp tmr.yikkkes.
i hate the smell of hospitals.i hate the process of waiting.
i hate the moment before the results are released.
there may be a lot of things that i can think about the whole night.
but i will leave at the back of my mind, and be the spastic june.as usual.
noone will see the tears
cus i'll hide it elsewhere.
i want you to be happy.(:
that's all.please tell me, you are happy, with me.
8:20 AM
