Monday, May 28, 2007
listening to jiazhuang by jolin tsai, in the dead of night, is making me really pensive.
it's making me wonder, if there's someone in the condomonium across, which i can almost look into, feeling the same way i do now.
making me feel like bawl my eyes out till morning, just cause i feel like it.
making me try to recall the colours that would have coloured the sepia photo me and di took, so long ago in the library.
making me remember all those people who crossed paths with me somehow once, that i saw in Plaza Singapura today. and making me wonder why there were so many that I couldn't feel comfortable with saying hi to, and then knowing straight after the answer to that.
making me think about a few hours earlier, me in the train, and all the mr gorgeous around today, and wondering if they know it.
it's not like i'm listening to the lyrics, but just the melody alone, it sounds so sad already.
it's making me wonder, if there's someone in the condomonium across, which i can almost look into, feeling the same way i do now.
making me feel like bawl my eyes out till morning, just cause i feel like it.
making me try to recall the colours that would have coloured the sepia photo me and di took, so long ago in the library.
making me remember all those people who crossed paths with me somehow once, that i saw in Plaza Singapura today. and making me wonder why there were so many that I couldn't feel comfortable with saying hi to, and then knowing straight after the answer to that.
making me think about a few hours earlier, me in the train, and all the mr gorgeous around today, and wondering if they know it.
it's not like i'm listening to the lyrics, but just the melody alone, it sounds so sad already.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:36 AM.
