staring out the window, watching this world pass me by.

even when for some crazy reason, the thought that you dont care makes me feel so lost and lonely, i suppose somehow somewhere i know you still care. i have no reason to doubt that you do care, just that you have different ways of showing it. when you share my burdens i know you listen intently, though you never say much i know you care because you listened. i know you care. because i believe that all that we've shared means alot to both of us. well. it's almost been a year since we first met. like, since i found out you came to A52 in march last year, i think my life has changed so much i cant even remember what set the 2 of us going. you were always the one i enjoyed seeing the smile on your face, whenever we were out together alone or with others, or when i did something for you. and even when you laughed it always made me smile coz you've just got this way of making me feel so happy when i see your face wrinkled with laughter. :) i write as if we;ve known each other for a long time ... but well, i guess i feel like i know we'll keep in touch long after we leave VJ, even if by some weird screwed up reasons we're halfway around the world from each other, i believe we'll still meet up to catch up and all. and i can see myself as a wedding guest when you finally find someone ... and when i find someone i can see you at my wedding too. :) well. i guess we really do have a long way to go together huh? guess i can only write this to you, Nene, cause i sometimes just miss you so much, though i see you everyday. dont ask me why i am writing this; i guess i just needed to let it out. like coz. i guess i never make it clear to you what you mean to me.

'somedays i sit, staring out the window
watching this world pass me by.
sometimes i think, there's nothing to live for,
i almost break down ans cry ...

sometimes i think i'm crazy,
i'm crazy, oh so crazy,
why am i here, am i just wasting my time?
but then i see my baby, suddenly i'm not crazy,
it all makes sense when i look into her eyes ...'

no i am not in love with you. but i suppose that's how i feel sometimes.

sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
everyone's leaning on me.

when i get too vulgar for my own good i know you'll keep me in check.

how do i say it?

highlight it: i miss you.

haha. well. i gotta go.

nights.

i grow colder the older i grow.