dinsdag, mei 13, 2008

I know my parents' are extremely elated over my GAMSAT results.

Especially my mother.

Her hopes of me becoming a doctor are slowly unraveling.

I'm kinda surprised God gave me a second chance. .
I feel like i really don't deserve it.
I'd rather the big one up there gave it to someone so much more deserving than me.


Mr Big is feeling damn lousy.
And i am feeling very lousy too.
Is there any way that i can apply but sabotage my interview?

Haiz, but i know i want this as well. DUNNO LAH. WHATEVER.

I want to be a tai tai ok! HAIZ. And i want to go home.

Everyone who knows me knows i want to go home.



I want to go home to you.
I want to spend every weekend beside you.
I want to eat dinners with your parents and your brother.
I want to discuss about politics with you.
I want to hear you bitch about your boss.
I want to be able to say "see you later at 5!" everyday.

I want you to come to every one of my family gatherings.
I want you to be there with me when i'm down
I want you to be waiting for me with a very loving look upon your face and a cup of green tea frappaccino in your hands.
I want you to hold my hand in every movie
I want you to cover my eyes with your hands when there's a scary part
I want you to quarrel with me, argue and fight,
Because the makeup after that makes this so much stronger.

I want this with you, too much.

Thanks for the parcel.
I know you're not that kinda guy that would send a parcel
But that small heart that you drew at the back of the envelope

Made my heart smile so wide.

And that feeling was incredible.

All the other guys; they just don't hold a candle.

i think its 8:40 p.m. now

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