the dork
is merely an ordinary dork,
has the world's WORST judgment in guys,
thinks she's from outer space,
is trying NOT to fall for the wrong guys,
is trying to be a grown-up,
meanwhile, being herself.
The Kill current mood : - theme song : The Kill by 30 seconds to Mars
So it's just my luck. If it's meant to be this way, I just have to live with that.
Once an opportunity is gone, it's gone forever. That's why I believe in grabbing every chance in life.
22:31
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I don’t wanna miss a thing Current mood : heartache Theme song : I don’t wanna miss a thing by Aerosmith
I drafted an entry a week ago. Yet, I was too lazy to complete it. So I just decided to leave it there. A week later, everything changed.
The theme song wasn’t “I don’t wanna miss a thing” by Aerosmith. And “Heartache” ? I was going to blog about how excited I was and how much I miss you guys and I couldn’t wait to go home and why I was so head-over-heels lately. Okie, not that head over heels actually. Erm maybe “Smitten” is the word? I have no idea. Mum called me just now and told me what was going on. “We all think he can’t make it. Brought him to the vet just now. Yet, we are so sorry that he’s too old to go under an operation. He’s just old.” “It looks like he’s waiting for you to go home though.” “Yeah, I know… Is he leaving soon?”
I know he’s dying right now and probably waiting for me to go home. Baby, you know you can’t leave me like that. Not now. Not before I can get the chance to call your name again, Not before I can smell your little head and tell you how much I miss you, Not before I can see you eating your favourite peanuts, Mum said you barely eat now, not even when you have your favourite peanuts. Not now baby, just not now.
Babe, I know you can make it. Didn’t the vet say you are such a miracle? I know you are. You know you are not merely an ordinary hamster. And you are more powerful than the so-called powerful Pikachu. You will not be so senile that you can’t even recognize my face, will ya? =)
Frankly, I am not being myself lately. Listening to “Stolen” by Dashboard Confessional over and over again. But it can’t seem to help me out at all. Maybe I am just thinking too much. I miss you. Is it for real or maybe? But I do miss you. And that’s for real. Crush? Nah, I would say it’s more than just a crush. I wish I were Ken. Or can I be Ken?
