the first day i can sleep in.
i slept in,
and i dreamt that i was checking on their attendance.
i actually did.
caught 3. blah.
when will it end? sigh.
the party is tomorrow.
not sure what to feel,
the preparation started long ago for us,
seems like it has been there forever.
just tired about it, hope it will go without any hipups.
fingers crossed.
don't want my head to roll.
all i can think about is that
the stars don't drop,
the posters don't drop,
the banner don't drop.
she said she will come visit me soon,
in her nurse's uniform.
i want to believe her.
i think i do believe her,
otherwise i wouldn't message her.
it was disappointment,
it was hurt that i get from her,
but i want to believe her.
as for you,
i always think that you're the little pig
that used straws to build the house
- fast at thinking, but too impulsive.
after all these while,
maybe you are the one that used the sticks
(in a way, i've given you many sticks so far, enough to build a house).
but deep down, i think you actually are
the one that built it with bricks.
pretedning you are happy,
at the same time, being paranoid.
i'm sorry i came into your life in this crap year,
and you have taken your positions too
in two of my childhood children's stories -
"the boy who cries wolves"
and "the 3 little pigs".
what is next?
i hope it's "the little red riding hood",
someone so brave, loving, kind, smart,
and who killed the big, bad wolf.
i hope at the end of this year,
you would tell me it's not so crap afterall.
reader k | 6/03/2005 01:23:00 AM |