sitting on the bus to sch yesterday morning
tons were running through my mind

i looked out the window
and felt everything outside the window
slow down and slowly, to a pause

that was the longest bus ride i've ever taken
and i was actually on time for sch.
i looked at the last row and only one thing came to my mind.

suddenly everything came to life
ha.

here's a story.
about a friend.
who's reminiscing bout the past.

walking in supermarkets when there's time to kill
staying at the dairy section looking at cheese
walking to the meat section poking into those pork
leaving a fingerprint on the plastic wrap
getting fascinated over the size of the sausages
and different types of sausages

the very embarassing moment with that
bailey's promoter

going to cathay catching movies
watching movies up to 4 times a week
sitting in the same seats, same cinema twice
fighting over the seats, over the tickets
fighting over who should sit with no.
watching the trailers of upcoming movies
and awing over the interesting parts
snatching of jackets, drinks, arm rest

a incident at lido
that left two bruise marks
thanks to the chair

the one movie that was so boring
and made absolutely no sense at all
yet her hands felt warm the whole time

the endless msgs that would last from 7 am
to 2 am the next day
8 miss calls for fear she'd miss work when she fell asleep
the 2 stayovers that were often missed
the no. of msgs saved in the phones
the quarrels that ended within a day
the arguements about the slightest things
the moment of rashness to end everything
the harshness in tones towards every cold moments

the discussions for all the weirdest things
gawking at other good-looking babes
critising of ugly wannabes
the spots that no one ever finds.

outside that big oub signboard
outside that basement oh-so-discreet mango
inside the cinemas
the seat where cats never fail them

the ever so long msgs
that'd attract the largest amount of ants

yesterday, she asked me..
how fast does one change?
i kept quiet

not because i couldnt answer her
but because i myself, have no answer

then she asked me..
is occupying oneself, a good way of not thinking of things?
again, i kept quiet

and she asked me..
why do changes occur when nothing happened at all?
still, i kept quiet.

let me introduce yu..
the friend, inside me.

i looked around me
listened to every voice telling me
what to do
what not to do

tried finding a someone to confide in
to seek some consolations
but the only person told me
"aiya, i dont wanna hear bout it."
and went on telling me bout a cute guy
working at adidas.

i tried keeping things off my mind
by doing my work during lessons
so my mind wouldnt wander
i was so occupied, for once.
that i totally forgot bout my appetite
and realised only in the evening that
i hadnt taken a single bite

i cant help but wonder.
how can something or someone
or even, a relationship that was once
so close, and held so dear to one's heart
now so far?

suddenly, the rope used
to pull the distance between us
1m a day, seems to have snapped

as hard as i try

i can never keep myself occupied for more than
6 hours at most.
people often say..
time heals.
yeah but what yu dont realise is.

time kills too.


















yu didnt think i was serious were yu?
HA!

yu've been fooled.
its just some article of some sort i saw
off the internet and decided to post it!
well, summarise it to be exact.

haha yeah right.

alright. bye~



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