ok. i don't know what exactly's going on to this 'entry' page. but it's realli weird.and have i mentioned? i always get the spelling of weird wrong. i'll spell it as w-i-e-r-d. haha. jing will know.anyway, haven got back results yet. but hmmz. i thik i wun end up some where i would like to end up in.wells...too fast to say still...- kisses my F9 for chem goodbye..- waves at a B coming ahead(hopefully)
was at this particular void deck in bishan.waiting for dad to pick me up after tuition. i knew i would have to wait for about 20mins or so.in the evening light,i coulden make out the colour of the incoming cars, turning at the round about. from afar, the headlights were the same. occasionally, there was only one; the motorbikes. but still,i looked on earnestly at those lights, trying to identify my dad's. it was barely 5mins since he called to say "at avenue1, need to pick up your mom first". it's impossible to reach bishan in 5mins from toa payoh,keeping in mind that it's the peak period.still, i look on. i had this insecurness at that moment. prefectly sane. my parent's ain't going to abandon me in bishan.i am SIXTEEN.i know how to take the bus.yet, it just feel that way.shrugs.i grew to have this ability of regconising the sound of my dad's car horn. mayb it sound diff from the other vehicals on the road.my dad's car is old.perhaps it's that reason. or mayb, my dad has the tendency of horning upon reaching the pick-up point- signal to get ready. after like some 4 years, you'll learn to hear. suddenly, it all hit me. looking out. regconinsing. going back to where you belong. being safe.and saved. not abandoned. does this sounds familiar or wat. yes, heavenly father. i get what you mean. it's time to refocus on you. to run back to you. into your arms, where your children would be safe...
ok. i don't know what exactly's going on to this 'entry' page. but it's realli weird.and have i mentioned? i always get the spelling of weird wrong. i'll spell it as w-i-e-r-d. haha. jing will know.anyway, haven got back results yet. but hmmz. i thik i wun end up some where i would like to end up in.wells...too fast to say still...- kisses my F9 for chem goodbye..- waves at a B coming ahead(hopefully)
was at this particular void deck in bishan.waiting for dad to pick me up after tuition. i knew i would have to wait for about 20mins or so.in the evening light,i coulden make out the colour of the incoming cars, turning at the round about. from afar, the headlights were the same. occasionally, there was only one; the motorbikes. but still,i looked on earnestly at those lights, trying to identify my dad's. it was barely 5mins since he called to say "at avenue1, need to pick up your mom first". it's impossible to reach bishan in 5mins from toa payoh,keeping in mind that it's the peak period.still, i look on. i had this insecurness at that moment. prefectly sane. my parent's ain't going to abandon me in bishan.i am SIXTEEN.i know how to take the bus.yet, it just feel that way.shrugs.i grew to have this ability of regconising the sound of my dad's car horn. mayb it sound diff from the other vehicals on the road.my dad's car is old.perhaps it's that reason. or mayb, my dad has the tendency of horning upon reaching the pick-up point- signal to get ready. after like some 4 years, you'll learn to hear. suddenly, it all hit me. looking out. regconinsing. going back to where you belong. being safe.and saved. not abandoned. does this sounds familiar or wat. yes, heavenly father. i get what you mean. it's time to refocus on you. to run back to you. into your arms, where your children would be safe...