Saturday, November 13, 2004
Pulau Ubin
it was a miserable day.
the physical aspect was still manageable. perhaps because you were there to help me push my bike and walk with me when i was too tired to pedal upslope.
*i won't let you die.
i was depressed that day. many things were going through my mind.
sitting at the obs property [where you killed that poor, unsuspecting caterpillar], looking at the reflection of the sky in the water.
thinking alot at chek jawa [*can i sit down?], gazing out to sea, at the sky where planes will pass through every once in a while, hearing your laughter drifting over.
my mind felt like bursting. either that or my heart was just going to shrivel up.
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this sucks big time.
i couldn't take it on tue. off we went to wcp.
writing at clementi mac while waiting. words just flowed.
you brought along pics. ha! smiley smiley... :P errr... i really don't think it's a good idea to get those things again.
sitting on the bench staring out at the empty crafts bobbing lazily on the surface of the water. you said you couldn't read me. LHC perhaps? :) i have my moments too.
i was slowly healing. you were mending me. the cracks will still be there, but that can't be helped. it's like there's a knife poised permanently over my heart. everytime something happens, it will push in slowly, drawing blood. well, perhaps it went in a bit more quickly this time.
remarkable difference in my expression? i think so too.
ok, ok, we shall play frisbee there one day. :)
the physical aspect was still manageable. perhaps because you were there to help me push my bike and walk with me when i was too tired to pedal upslope.
*i won't let you die.
i was depressed that day. many things were going through my mind.
sitting at the obs property [where you killed that poor, unsuspecting caterpillar], looking at the reflection of the sky in the water.
thinking alot at chek jawa [*can i sit down?], gazing out to sea, at the sky where planes will pass through every once in a while, hearing your laughter drifting over.
my mind felt like bursting. either that or my heart was just going to shrivel up.
****************************
this sucks big time.
i couldn't take it on tue. off we went to wcp.
writing at clementi mac while waiting. words just flowed.
you brought along pics. ha! smiley smiley... :P errr... i really don't think it's a good idea to get those things again.
sitting on the bench staring out at the empty crafts bobbing lazily on the surface of the water. you said you couldn't read me. LHC perhaps? :) i have my moments too.
i was slowly healing. you were mending me. the cracks will still be there, but that can't be helped. it's like there's a knife poised permanently over my heart. everytime something happens, it will push in slowly, drawing blood. well, perhaps it went in a bit more quickly this time.
remarkable difference in my expression? i think so too.
ok, ok, we shall play frisbee there one day. :)
