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Lost days, pictures fade.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009

onethreeseven.
Sorry for the dead blog.
I am too lazy, you see.
Okay, tomorrow NAPFA 5 stations.
I will sure remind myself about the trip, heh.
(All in my mind)
Empty.
-SKIP-

Daddy, mummy.
I am tired.
Really very tired.
Tired of hearing both of you fighting.
Tired of hearing the bangings on the door.
I missed the past.
How i wish i was still a baby, life goes on happily and nothing to worry about.
And how happy am i to have both of you carrying me.
How much fun i had with my brothers.
It is just too much to say.
Say anything you two want.
but, i just dont want to hear a single thing about _______.
None of the thing concern to that.
Please, its very heartbreaking.
This is the first time i heard such a fierce qurrel between both of you.
And this is the first time i heard both of you talking about _______.
Yes, couple do qurrel.
This is normal.
But please, stop.
I am tired.
very tired.
sometimes, i really feel like crying out loud.
I need a listening ear.
I need a shoulder to lean on, and cry all i want.
I hope tomorrow will be a better day.
Daddy, mummy i love you.