woensdag, juli 12, 2006
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to goI'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breaking it's early morn
The taxi's waiting he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe I hate to go
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now they don't mean a thing
Everyplace I go I'll think of you
Every song I sing I'll sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring ..
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I feel like the real kim has floated out of her body
up towards the ceiling
and is looking down at the scurrying kim
sweaty, stressed and on the brink of a convulsion
saying,
"HAHA!! what an idiot!! what the hell are you doing???"
it's so surreal.
It just doesn't feel like i'm leaving.
like, i'm going on an extended holiday.
except that on holidays, you don't exactly have to pack a printer and scotchtapes!?
my luggage is so bizarre.
and there's this naughty thing in my wardrobe.
I don't wanna throw it away
but neither do i wanna bring it along..
Imagine what my mother's face would look like
if the officers scanned my bag and took it out!?
Okay, i'm really trying to humour myself here
And stop thinking about depressing thoughts
Like how it'll be another 4 months before i get to drink my pao pao cha
and authentic penang char kway teow
:(((((((((((((((((((((((((
i cannot, CANNOT imagine walking into that gate.
i think its 2:08 a.m. now
Kim