Rendezvous
03 March 06 : 11.38 AM
I was looking for an entry in 2004. I needed to remember some things for Drey, but this is what I found instead.
This is my parents.
This was when the nightmare started.
This is trying to falling in love.
This is not feeling empty.
This was realising I wasn't over him.
This as proof of my lack of morals.
This was when people were still emotional.
This is my father.
This could be life-changing.
This is not taking clinical drugs.
This is someone I could love.
This is what I need and miss.
This could be a burden.
This is craziness.
This is complete and utter vacuity.
This is friendship.
This felt like sugar.
This is feeling like you wanna die.
Yesterday, Drey and I walked from Henry Park to Buona Vista, went to Jurong East and had some cheap street hawker food and she took a bus back with me to my place before taking another bus home. We will seek a certain bad-kissing French boy, ask taken by surprise boy along, and in 3 years' time, I will ask Lawrence (the boy who, I recently found, makes me feel comfortable holding, hugging me and nuzzling my hair) to marry me. I miss her already.
So tell me, where do you run to, when you're escaping your head?