I've been chosen to be the Emcee of my uncles wedding... And well... Yeah... They will be getting a guy to pair up with me... I'll be saying the English version. And I heard... They will be pairing me up, with someone twice my age... Yeah... I'll be going for shopping tomorrow, yeah. For the wedding. Everyone is getting two sets, but I'm getting one set of clothes only. My phone has been getting from bad to worse... It kept shutting itself off for like 15 times today and it's been lagging a lot. Everyone is getting ready for the wedding. I need to get the speech ready... It's okay. I'll just be the scape goat again. I guess, I'll find a way to get you out. And well, we will see how this turns out, court case or not... I'm missing out the ring and brooch for accessories for the wedding. Seems to me that my grandmothers condition is not really stable. My god mothers back, ain't that well. Yeah. I've always look forward to the first week of the month. The seventh day of the start of the month, some how. Today, I was deep in my thoughts. And I heard this voice, it's not going to change a thing. Don't think about things that are quite impossible. Yeah. It's been a lot quieter already. And I don't know what to expect for tomorrow. Don't even know what will happen, will I be online tomorrow? I'm not sure. I'm not sure, even if he will be online tomorrow. To get through half the day, I will be going to jurong point. It's far away. But it will get me through half the day... I'll see... Sigh. Pairing up with someone twice my age. Hm... Yeah. I don't know what to expect anymore... I don't ask much. Do I? All I ever wanted... It's just a basic want.
It seems to be snowing...
Everywhere I go now, seems to be raining.
Every thing I touch, seems to have made a cut,
every moment some one looks at me
seem to read my thoughts.
The train station is bright
But a cloud hangs over the vast sky,
the songs being played on an instrument
by someone for me
seems like being stab in the heart.
Every text messages from others
leave me to lose hope.
Every thing I do, seems to be related to you,
every sentence I say, draws me to think of you.
Even now, I'm thinking, what are you doing.
The snow that falls, melts before it touches the ground.
The rain I walk through,
Always have some other person to shelter me using an umbrella,
the cuts I get, heals, but leaves a mark.
The people who looks at me, always tells me that it's okay,
the train station that shines, always has a dark corner.
The cloud that hangs over the sky,
was always blown away by some other person.
The music I hear, don't mean a word when
Its not being played by you.
The text messages read by me all were people checking on me.
The things I do, has it's purpose.
It was to draw me closer to you.
The sentences I say
were meant for you.
The thoughts that I think
was for you to know.
That you are something, and you are worth something.
And you always will be.
I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 7:45 AM.
