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Memories...

Sunday, March 06, 2005

hmmm..disappointing match todae..we lost 5-1, mainly coz we didnt have a keeper at all, and we didnt even get to stretch or settle down before the referee decided to start the match..haha, at least got another good workout and tan...

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he doesnt realize how much he miss her
until thursdae night

maybe all this while he has been trying to hide the pain inside

maybe all this while he has been putting up a front as well

maybe all this while he has been forcing himself to ignore her

he wanted to turn left so badly into st21 just now at 1240 am..down that familiar road where he could see her again

his heart tells him to go, but his mind tells him not to.

would he be able to control his emotions seeing all the familiar surroundings again?

he remembers the football field, where he was once playing a match. He remembers very clearly that she actually did went down to see him when she said she cant be bothered to, but when the match ended and he rushed to look for her, she was gone.

that was always the way she was. Doing so many little things for him which he cant see.

he remembers the ntuc mini-mart on the left, where he rushed in to buy grapes and apples for her when he realized that she was sick. He remembers how worried he was during that time, that he couldnt be bothered with anything else and just wanted to go down and see her.

he remembers going into the nearby petrol station where he bought breakfast for her so that her maid can give it to her when she wakes up.

he remembers the porch outside her house, where they sat together talking after he sent her home from newton food market.

he remembers how much he loves her dog, which he always feel is so much like her, drowsy at times, playful at times. He remembers how her dog always put its head in between the gates so that he cant pat him. He miss her dog very much, and her little rabbits.

he remembers the nearby neighbourhood, where he spent so much time searching for a suitable location where he can place the candles, eventually deciding on the playground. He remembers the strong wind which keeps blowing off the candles and he has to keep lighting them up again and again. He remembers buying one big pack of sparklers so that he could light them up as well and have fun playing with her. He remembers how disappointed and dejected when he left.

That pack of unused sparklers is still lying in his room todae.

he remembers so many many many things.

he doesnt understand why, doesnt understand why so many memories suddenly keep flooding his mind.

he doesnt understand why he shed tears on thurs night.

when he sat there looking at the screen, he just couldnt control himself.

he realized that there were so many question marks still buried deep in his heart that were finally unearthed and answered on thurs.

maybe it all started on Jan 21st at Rouge, when everything just flowed back to his mind.

Everything.

Every single thing which he thought he had already laid to rest.

maybe all this time he has been running away himself.

The Incredible Hock