Wednesday, December 15, 2004
i saw him today...in sch during tkd.. and i felt so happy.. i mean it was after dunno how long since i last saw him...i didnt say hi or anything...jus kinda peeped out haha..i was willing to keep it at that n not think too much abt it...but was damn happy lars...
then when i came home...decided to go online...n guess wad?? saw him...but i had promised myself tt i wun msg him....so i was really shocked n happy when he msged me!!!!!! :):)then we talked for qt long abt things...wad he's doin now...n i jus felt so xin4 fu2...was contented jus to talk to him..
then after tt went to see peilin's blog n read tt our seniors' prom pics were in their blog...so went to see... n when i saw the pics..honestly...he's really not my type...as in not the kind that will catch my eye or anything...he's nt like super suai or anything...but it's like then i think bac to when i see him in person...n how i always looked forward to seeing him in sch...tryin to see if he's there when i see the senior class...n i think bac to those times... when i see him smile..n those 'hi's..i think i won't forget the time i acty felt sth...n how it happened so simply..but i was really qt jolted...n i realise that when he's not arnd in sch next yr...i am goin to miss him...as a crush...or as someone that i really like...i realy don't know...but i dun want to think so much now...jus see how things go...and if it does fade... i don't know wad to think too...i guess so be it....i'll let it go when i feel that i shld...but for now? i'l jus hang on...i guess i can't totally let go even if i want to..
blaque stepped into the dark at 10:12 PM!
me
I stare up at the pure white ceiling
fans whirring softly
A deathly silence in the room
Fear grips me by the throat
As I watch Death slowly glide
My wrinkled hand grips the bedsheet
As I begin a silent litany of prayer
He glides past the sleeping child
in the opposite bed
past the lady gazing listlessly towards the window
I struggle to breathe
Strange wheezing noises
The demons within me rage
Wreaking havoc
As my feeble heart sputters and chokes
My eyes close in pain
Flying open
In shocked remembrance
To see
His dark hand reach for me
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