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Saturday, November 28, 2009

CT.

If only everyday could be like today, or something like today. i wake up, and i do what i want. i see the people i want, and i get to spend time with people that means the most to me.

Isn't control = MRT? sorry wen, i really had to say it. haha!

The weather was so fucking good for what we wanted, but it didn't last long after all. though it was a false alarm, we had a good share of the sun on our face. brothers will forever be brothers. there is a cause, we share the same ideas and we think the same way. 99% of the time, we will cmi the same girl. nice.

And great, because your bowling improved! now you've got some tips from the master, make sure you perform better in front of someone else okay. see i so brave (you know what i mean ^^), do something to show me you can too!

It feels good to win money, and then to split with my mother. 35x3 wtf! i wish i'll have the ability in the future. to do more than enough, to earn more than enough, to share with my mum and love. its a sense of satisfaction, it feels like an achievement, it should be an obligation.

My mother dam onz, ask me for movie on sunday night again. she say she want to watch Rain (Ninja Assassin). when she told me i stun, nothing to say. but of course, i gladly say okay, great, lets go for a date again. pretty please, no more hanky panky beside us this time.

5 minutes from Bedok Reservoir is no fun. it is one hell of a danger, i almost killed myself. i'm so sorry babe! i really really really really really didn't mean to be so so so late. your understanding and graciousness means a lot to me. i know you would have blamed yourself if i got myself killed. oh wells, time to visit the workshop.

Sometimes i really don't understand. if there was so much to be said, why don't you talk to yourself instead. you're like a land mine, you explode when someone's near your proximity. you're an headless rat, you dig dig and dig non stop without directions. and you say sorry when you dig something not yours. game on.

I know its a glimpse. i know whatever you've been through, i don't talk to you, but i feel you. your reaction to me, i understand. but please give me a chance to even share everything with you. in the first place, i don't feel that good. and there's something we share about this. the fact that i burn to see, is my fact for you. feels like a losing cause, and yes i know how wild this is, but i'm willing to take you on. tell me why, no no no no no no no.

I don't know why but only now that i understand why people have dreams of having a happy family. and i realized, its something i want badly. not that mine is a very tragically sad one, but i just want to treat my wife right, and i want to be there for her. god, i wish things would be right.

I want to talk about you, but i can't. i want to speak to you, but i can't. i want to see you, but i can't.

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