Every morning she turns the alarm clock upside down to stop it from ringing. Then when she gets home from work she turns it back to the upright position, which is 14 hours later. The time track, hence, has a 14 hour displacement each day. The strange thing is, she must be around 32 by now, but she looks to have stopped aging since 24.
I don’t care if monday’s blue
Tuesday’s grey and wednesday too
Thursday i don’t care about you
It’s friday i’m in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s friday i’m in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate…
I don’t care if monday’s black
Tuesday wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It’s friday i’m in love
Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed
Or thursday watch the walls instead
It’s friday i’m in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate…
Dressed up to the eyes
It’s a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It’s such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It’s friday
I’m in love
friday i’m in love, cure
dun give up on tuesday.
When one feels s/he does not get the lover’s attention s/he deserves, it becomes frustrating and the prospect of the two grows dim. Attaining that balance is an art - to have one’s own space and time, and to care for the lover every moment - hey, it’s just natural. Some say it’s about possession. But there is a difference between caring and controlling. There is an insatiable curiosity about your lover. A friend said this curiosity drains and kills. As long as it is utilised positively, this curiosity should perpetuate the quest to understand the other’s universe. On one hand it has to fill and on the other to be fulfilled. Why ain’t you interested in what I have done today… and yesterday? The woman asked. She cannot understand why it isn’t reciprocol… it must be that! it must be that he doesn’t love me anymore! cried the woman. She starts complaining to her man about not loving her. The man is in the clouds. The more the woman annoys the more he is in doubt. Maybe I really do not care that much! She’s going to eat me whole. thought the man in melancholy.
Tonight g, candy n i had a very good shabu shabu dinner. we were so full and we played cards. we moved onward to illy’s with wilson n we played uno. it’s so simple, silly n comfortable to be with such lovely friends. George got me a lovely green hand-made vase from their trip to japan. that’s so so kind of him.
And then when i’m back home Suet prepared me Chinese herbal tea… reheat it and brought it to me. it was so touching my dear wife.
So many people being nice to me, i feel i dun deserve but i’m so lucky, and grateful.
old classmate p. came up last night to tell us about a sad story about a girl fooling around with his feelings… it was saddening to see this side of him which i’ve never seen. he’s serious with every relationship he’s had n he’s had 2 1/2… what does it mean by passion? if it doesnt mean a prospect of love? the more i heard his story there’re more for me to reflect on…
it’s so easy to destroy a person, so easy to be destroyed…
he made mention that i was so "attached" to the study room desk in the china studies days, sitting there continuously for 10 hrs daily, that i feel remote n foreign. i asked him if i really did that n i remember i really found happiness that time, though the process was not always enjoyable. what am i doing now? what am i doing?
