daddy's friend and his wife is here... i wonder if they are here for countdown..
hah....

2006.. roast u burn u eat u up..

if only..

anyway, its a matter of hours before 12am, and there's nothing i can do about it. i know i know..
i remember how year 2004 i was feeling at the time of this year.. i would be previously excited about entering RGS, but by this time would be having trouble deciding what CCA to join..

those times.. two years.. and this is the end..

life's not a fairytale..
life seems to be made up of a sequel of fairytales..
each one shorter yet more memorable than the previous..
soon time covers memories with layers of mist,
and all is clouded over..

more always lies ahead, yet we can't stop looking back..
we've been taught to treasure what is present, but how can we concentrate on whats happening when we still can't forget events years ago?

i dream..
in the dream the angel gave me a bottle..
tiny bottle ..
in there i keep all my memories..
the ones most precious and close to my heart..

so that..
i would stop torturing myself recalling them..
but can still keep them by my side forever..

irony irony irony..

who else bloody cries about this separation?