breathless breathless...
i cant make it out of the rain. isnt it? i cant make it...
i read up so much to find out whats up with html, sql, database, networking, java... i am never an IT geek and definitely dont find much truth in endless codes. i dont understand everything. i was just trying to find some connection between the both of us.
but what is the point of doing so.
same goes to still picking up drumsticks when the best i can do is still just single stroke roll.
i really dont understand. and that is how little i know of you now. somehow memories fail me, time keeps ticking anti-clockwise, i still thought you still have this long fringe at the side and your hair requires quite some time to dry before you can head for bed. i still thought you are going sentosa with me again.
this is so crazily pathetic.
and mummy, i beg you, i dont want to stay at the cave again.
i dont want...
wait a moment... i even thought of working like a cow for years to save enough money to go overseas, just because you said you wish to further your studies in australia.
but no, never, will i make it there. will i? never... why?