prom was over a couple of weeks back and it was a night well spent with the ruggers,class and close friends.how i hoped for the time to stall and let us savour the exhilarating moment.but oh well,since time waits for no man and memories could be snapped;




there,pieces of retrospect,grooving forward for you.anyhow,post prom was great too,running into a couple of familiar faces,some of whom i havent met since graduation from secondary school.
anyways,thats more or less for prom.since then,i've been lazing around with too much time in hand.it's funny how ironic this time thingy can be when you look back every now and then and realise it contradicts.awful memories of A's kept flashing back.it's not a good thing for it haunts really.as much as i try not to think about the days of A's,certain parts of my puny brain force me to recall them.
on a lighter note,i guess the finger's getting better but its god damn crooked and i doubt it will ever straighten out.why me is always the question that i pose myself with whenever i hit the covers and stare into the empty space.why am i always so unlucky,and even more so this time round at the eve of an event i've been looking forward to.not quite easy to just let go.theres this vengeance deep within and i so want to be back in the field again.well 2 weeks more perhaps.i hate this but i cant do anything about it.maybe this is what they call life.but then again,having gone through all these,i'd rather be dead.
I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, that's just me