Time
went to work at subway today 11-530pm. Had diarrhea all day ...thank God the toilet is right in front of subway at carousel. When i was making one guy's sub, i think i scared the hell out of him coz i was in so much pain that i had to bend down and make his sub. and my face got all white i guess. I am quite a strong person usually. Seldom get sick, maybe once a year. Always attributed it to the fact tt i am a nurse. So i got lots of natural antibodies due to the exposure to many potent viruses at work. But food poisoning among all illnesses is the one thing i get most. Though it is still true that i have eaten some things that have gone mouldy and still dun feel sick. hahaa..even right now i feel like i can diarrhea in my seat any moment.As usual i packed my free sub ( teriyaki and veggie patty for today ) and took some cookies to give to some friends...it seems like any other day...but once i got off work...i feel miserable.
As i took the bus and walked home, i looked to the ground. Usually i look at the sky and see the trees and plants and enjoy the wind. I usually like to walk home or walk to school as the slow stroll i take is v therapeutic. But this time, it was hard not to stare at the ground. suddenly, it seems the ground is v v interesting. duh..along the way i passed a girl. she was listening to her music and superly staring at the ground man..as if examining each and every stone particle that made the pavement. Then as i passed her, i suddenly felt intense sadness from her. I know..sounds damn bogus ....but its true.
before work while waiting for the bus, i wrote down some stuff.....at this emo time for me, a friend has encouraged me to write some words which he may be able to put music to and create a song..... I have found it extremely liberating.. thanks ___ nizer.
time
i close my eyes and imagine you beside me
i close my eyes and thought you told me you are hurting
i close my eyes and there you were telling me how much you still love me
like a dream
we had good times..
all now stored away
i know i love you
its hard to let go
if you still loved me
you would not treat me like a stranger
worser than a friend
it makes me feel worser than an enemy
God, is this all planned
for me to grow up and mature
that we are just made to become stored in each other's memory
gotten used to sleepless night in perth
used to tears in my bed
tears that cannot be wiped away
no more bottles up in heaven
to store away my tears
gotten used to being alone
alone with myself
alone with my rubbish thoughts
alone with God
alone with my guitar
alone in a crowd
close to my heart
far from myself
afraid of the morning light
afraid to open my eyes to reality
afraid of strong faces telling me its alright
once broken, twice shy.
even God cannot turn back time
posted by Ng Yashi @ 8:08 pm
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