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Francine Caitlyn Chye
a.k.a. Hurricaine Fran
a.k.a. Fran the PCD
a.k.a. the happy bunny :D
<3
040889 (August baby!)
Crescent, ACJC, hocker
xoxo
If it's meant to be, it'll be(:
"And sometimes good things fall apart
so better things can fall together"
don't think, just run
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
I think i should stop thinking so much. It's really not doing me any good. I guess a week's been the longest functioning period for us and i know it's my fault. Maybe i'm ridiculously incapable of letting things slide, of detaching myself from the incessant missings and we both know we're equally sensitive. Sometimes i wish things were so much simpler. Why can others get it together and we just seem to be barely floating? But then again, it wouldn't be as exciting huh. Haha.
I miss the no-nuts. More and more and more. Despite problems and the occasional tiffs and who knows what else, they provided a sense of irreplacable security and warmth that i haven't found nearly anywhere else (except maybe for the AC Hocks). And i'm missing the undeniable sense of belonging like crazy. Knowing that there'll always be someone to stay back and talk cock with you after school, OUR table by the fire extinguisher, constant rushed munchings just to NOT be the last one to finish and then it usually being down to makmur or me to put back the bowls and plates, towning after school and during the holidays, unforgettable chats and BFs(bitch fits) and gossiping while walking to redhill/home/on busrides. I miss i miss i miss :( It just didn't get better than that.
a certain emptiness
of the triviality of things,
of the uselessness of selected
emotions
history
memories;
let it go-
then, nothing.
-don't think, just run.
ex-oh, ex-oh
3:02 PM
