brings back memories of sec2, of ruoyun
of six pence none the richer & kiss me
of bachelor girl & buses&trains
of St.Pat's, of Parkway, of Stege
of bus 197, of Laguna Park... and a boy named Mark


i can say i'll never forget those times. ever.
but truth be told, i've come a long way.
yea, a longlong way, baby.

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sometimes somethings
no matter how u want people (or a person) to understand
no matter how u r so sure they'll(she/he) understand
they (she/he) just dont.

and i think.
is it gonna be like that, always?

its like standing at opposites sides of the road.
traffic rolling by, drowning my voice.
and u dont see what my eyes say.
what my hands signal, what words my mouth form.
and i dont know how to tell u.

maybe i wont tell u with words.
since u cant read my eyes.