06 April 2006
mr mraz rocks my socks.
was it you who spoke the words, that things would happen but not to me. all things are gonna happen naturally. oh, taking your advice and i'm looking on the bright side and balancing the whole thing.oh, but at often times, those words get tangled up in lines ,and the bright light turns tonight. oh, until the dawn it brings, another day to sing about the magic that was you and me see, i'm all about them words, over numbers, unencumbered numbered words hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words,more words than i had ever heard,and i feel so alive.-
i'll be hooked to this song for the rest of my life. tsk.
[if you guys ever remember, please as a favour when i pass (touch wood), please play all my sappy songs i have. and include this song called 'i'll be there'..it's an oldie, by a guy. not the mariah carey or michael jackson one. it's probably in one of those love collection albums. there's a flute playing in it. and also, have a slideshow of all my photos in my comp. oh, and inform those in my phonebook. i'm sure those close to me will know who i contact. thanks.]
and yes, i'm feeling okay (i swear if not my boobs will fall).. but i always wanted to tell how i wanted things to be. since sec school days. so i reckoned it should be now. better late than never. i'm serious, and i will soon write my will and wishes. like how i want things in my room to be taken by certain people. but if i'm lazy right, please know that i'd want you guys to take whatever in my room that has shared memories.
i repeat once again, that i'm totally okay. and you all know if i'm not okay i'd eventually say. but this time i swear i'm okay. i just finally decided to get down to my requests. cross my heart.
what i feel like doing: watching a freaking sappy movie with people who cry in movies like me.
fact: 'a certain someone who stays in a rifle range is: erratic, has a obssessive compulsive disorder, a procrastinator, a music-must-suit-the-mood-er, a dreamer with out-of-this-world dreams, soft hearted.'
for in this journey,of what we call life,things will always be bumpy.but have no fears,as what is known as momentary,are called tears.until all things fall in place,
time will take it's phase.
and when one feels at peace,
wonders will never fail to cease.- bahahahaha. my effort on trying to create a poem. or rhyme. or whatever shit you call it. hey, not a bad effort eh.
[miss zephyr, i don't know what happened to the chatterbox. wahahah. has it expired?]
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