(Saturday, February 23, 2008)

how i wished today never happened.
why give me false hopes and then let me drop so far in disappointment?
when i say we meet once a week, people give me shocked faces.
'how do you maintain the relationship this way?', they asked.
i often wonder how myself.
yet its been one week plus and we havent met.
i guess we won't meet for another month or so.
only one more week i have early dismissal,
then after fri, who knows?
even though you tell me you'll treasure me and love me so.
now i just hope i won't regret making that choice.
cos as the days go by,
i feel that you're drifting further and further away,
even when my own feelings for you are deepening on their own.
you're never as attentive as before,
and i wonder how impt am i to you now.
beneath your bros and your playing and stuff?
maybe even nowhere near the top.
now i just feel like never talking to you.
and how i wished i've never given you the chance:
for you to hurt me repeatedly,
and for me to allow myself to get hurt once again.
will our cold wars just never end?

you'll be the prince and i'll be the princess

We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
See you make your way through the crowd
and say hello
Little did I know
That you were Romeo; you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
And I was crying on the staircase,
begging you, 'Please, don't go.'
And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'

struck dumb

I am Cherlyn and I'm super cool, tall, pretty, blah blah, everything that a girl could be.
I have loads of money, drives a racerbike around town in the middle of the night.
Has a walk-in closet filled with branded clothes and stuff like that.
I like to camp by the seaside and soak in the sun all day.
Likes to play tennis 'cos I like to wear short skirts.
My favourite person in the whole wide world is dodobird.
Dodobird is a green triceratops who has no fingers.
She only has claws and she is a tennis pro.
She loves wearing short skirts like me and has a cute little cap to hide her horns.
Because her horns are so scary they might chase everyone away.
Then she has nobody to play with and no prince charming to play kisskiss with.
Dodobird also has her own little house which is made out of cardboard.
But she sleeps beside me every night because I have a pillow and she doesn't.



This is Dodobird.

talk of the town

(Saturday, February 23, 2008)

how i wished today never happened.
why give me false hopes and then let me drop so far in disappointment?
when i say we meet once a week, people give me shocked faces.
'how do you maintain the relationship this way?', they asked.
i often wonder how myself.
yet its been one week plus and we havent met.
i guess we won't meet for another month or so.
only one more week i have early dismissal,
then after fri, who knows?
even though you tell me you'll treasure me and love me so.
now i just hope i won't regret making that choice.
cos as the days go by,
i feel that you're drifting further and further away,
even when my own feelings for you are deepening on their own.
you're never as attentive as before,
and i wonder how impt am i to you now.
beneath your bros and your playing and stuff?
maybe even nowhere near the top.
now i just feel like never talking to you.
and how i wished i've never given you the chance:
for you to hurt me repeatedly,
and for me to allow myself to get hurt once again.
will our cold wars just never end?