Have you ever tried eating alone in the rain? Well, I kinda did that today...haha. Just happen that I went opposite my school to eat on my own, and I chose a seat nearer to the outside of the hawker centre. As I was eating, the rain got bigger, heavier...Until my whole table is already wet, but I'm still eating. Haha...perhaps my dear friend is crying out loud for me as it knows I am, inside. Once again, it accompanied me when I'm alone and I'm thankful for that. Well, call me nuts, call me a wierdo, for you're just jealous I have this friend that you still do not understand. :)
Here are a few photos of my dearest friend...I like the first one...cool pic...
Sometimes, I really wished I could go back to my secondary school days, the school work's boring I know, but the life is much more interesting, and I've lived my life there happily-go-lucky...Unlike now, everyone's just playing Mind games... Today he told me again he now take friends very lightly, friends come and go, he don't care, and he also don't know why he's suddenly become backed to like this. I know it was because of me, I didn't know what to say. I'm just feeling so bad that I've turned you back to how you used to be after you've finally decided to change. I'm really sorry. I know sorry can't change anything, but I don't know what else I could say to you. Sigh...now I just want to hide from everyone. I want to be forgotten...if only I could make everyone forget me. I'm not worth remembering. Well, speaking of Mind games, John lennon's album "Mind games" recorded the national anthem for NUTOPIA, and I've only just found out today that, that song is just a few seconds of silence... Isn't it cool? The country with a white flag, all citizens are ambassadors, no passport, no land, no boundaries, no law, only cosmic, And now, a national anthem that contains only a few seconds of silence.
What a cool place to live in, well, it's not hard to imagine...
Thanks.
~Kaze
I remember...
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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