Wednesday, October 5
so here comes the month.
only i had wanted sahur to start in a good light but, NOO. the mat-face had to run my dawn over and semi-fuck the rest of today. get the message clear, clown : Not Gonna Happen.
sometimes i wish i could just be deprived of the cellphone, but i kinda need it. i could live without it actually.
so i sat for the language paper and for the whole time i was on the first passage, i thought i was sitting for Science. yeah, uhm, it's scientifical? pardon me, i'm really bored. i had a good half an hour sleep during the paper.
Science, is a goner. there's no doubt. if i get an A, i'll jump off the top of the locker.
AND i've only today found out that 58 has got WIND. awesome continuous wind.
despite the shittyness of this day, there's still an upside. i got my sixth mail this week :) i'm just contented. yeah, i guess it's just not love. it just dies out, some old how. still, if the boy could stay in this country for until the next BayBeats, and just the same atmosphere, one last night till four again. and then he disappears into thin air, reappearing again in the plane on the way back to where he belongs. yeah, i could cry this moment at how fast time flies before he sets foot back in Ohio. at the same time i'm happy for him, going back to where he grew up in. he's deprived a good-enough-five years in this shitty Singapore of his environment.
i'd still be happy if he even bothered to reply once in two months once he gets back to his life.So here's something staright from my heart.
Won't Stall Time Nor Speed It Up
My back pocket's been deserted
I daren't look into my wallet
I know your photograph's still in there
With you on the plane, I thought I'd let life go on.
I remember our first walk, 'round the bay and back again
We'd sit and sing and talk
Gazed into citylights and the sky, the moon
Yeah, memories playing like a film without sound.
Clocks keep ticking, they won't ever stop
We had our time short, but sweet
I won't go back to re-live the moments
Nor would i regret and try to erase.
We can't live the past and deny what's now
Good things come, they had to go alright
Is it not our nature to be changing?
So i won't wait or haul you right back.
I'd rewind the tape of our little story
Let it play all over on VCR
The novel's, however, got its last page
You're still part of me, my heart, my memory.
Reality said 'Sayonara' to us
I don't blame it, guess it's our time
Your photograph's not burnt, i haven't forgot you
My back pocket will always have an imprint of you.
- good things always end, at least i've got me a friend. it'll probably be the reason i'd go to next year's BayBeats.
