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Saturday, July 26, 2008
once again..
make it yours..
Time waits for no one
im not hungry
but yet im eating..
food fills my lonelyness...
i need your warmness to keep me company..
your just another face lost in the crowd..
i cant see you..
cant seem to find you...
i stood there as i froze..
when i realise i was all alone..
where am i?
how long have i been standing here?
i feel as cold as ice..
when i stood there..
past memories of our friendship..
replayed in my mind..
just another vain memory
its too late
to turn back now
hearts change
if you cared,
you say its ok..
your no longer here
im sure your happy
without me..
i will
always, i swear,
remember you
-the End-
redsummer`dont you feel that there is something missing in your life? well, i do.. but who the @#$% cares..thanks..
Friday, 25 July 2008
The Last time that we'll(Ain and me) be in Jantan Paradise
i try to savour every moment
remembering our days there..
every laughter, every smile, every joke...
the familier faces from our 1st time there till yesterday
the Uncles who we worked with
not forgetting one aunty too
the newbies who never fail to amuse us
with their noobness..
the food that we disgust so much
were our pleasure today..
our maggie cups days will never be the same..
coloured cold drinks with smokes at the 1st pour
that quench our thirst..
carrying of heavy black begs till we sweat like we just had our baths..
issueing of items like as if it was a pasar malam
changing items which was stressful at times and mostly funny
the old birds in camofladge(we could still see them)..
cheering, singing and marching with their begs and guns (some imaginary guns)
their loud voices seems one
they were our radio there..
knowing their names by the tags
without them knowing ours..
the toilet that says ladies but there is a standing bowl..
the sneaking into the ladies at the cook house..
the only cleanest and not smelly toilet there..
the made up gossips that filled our free time..
names were given with no reason..
remember the 1st day we made up a song for Jantan paradise..
the free ferry ride back and fro..
only our voices filled the empty space..
this is just the 1st of our last day..some sort like our POP..
next up in 2wks our ORD den ROD From sch next yr...
you know IM GOING TO MISS GOING TO JANTAN PARADISE
xoxo to the uncles and 1 aunty that wrk there and who ever that we made frens with
redsummer`i cant wait for it to end..but somehow i don't want it too..this question keep playing in my mind.."What will happen then,when all of tis is over?" Labels: for you my fren..and the last day in jantan paradise
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redsummer
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