Thursday, January 06, 2005
this is the first week of the year 2005. the first week of january. in the course of this first week, i had my first ever german class. it was my first time on the wheel - steering wheel, that is. it was the first time i searched the papers for jobs. it was the first time i feel that the army is so cruel to me, especially today, at 9.45am.
...so just come back and i'll tell you how i feel.
never really thought that you could steal...
my heart. i miss you! come home soon! (from pug jelly's 'come home soon')
there was this most magnificent tree in history. it was recorded to be the most majestic one and produced the best, most juicy and sweet apples around. i travelled there to take a look at this lovely tree, and true to its word, i was stunned and i soon grew to love this tree so much. i was lucky to be given a 'souvenir' by the tree, a souvenir in the form of a red apple. the apple skin was so shinny and red. at times of hunger, i wished so badly to eat it up, but i couldn't bear to do so. it was something special to me - a memory. some time later, the tree was officially bought over by a mafia king. the tree lost its soul. it no longer bear fruit in the grounds of the mafia king. it soon became sick and almost died. i was devastated. i held the apple in my hands, and prayed that the mafia king will soon realise his mistake, and let the tree go. tonight, i am going to take the apple, use a knife to skin it in front of the mirror at the strike of midnight. if i succeed without breaking up the whole skin into bits and pieces, my wish will come true. the tree needs the wild. the mafia king can survive without the tree. but i...i need the tree.
&
hush pretty pink lady ;
at 4:09 pm
