Sunday, August 02, 2009
Like a bus ride.
its like..
When you're walking to your bus stop, you're still not late. Your bus pass you, you've yet to reach the bus stop.
Yet you don wish to run. The bus pass, you're getting late and worried.
When you're late. You start to wonder, Why didn't i chase it. Its too late to regret.
just like..
Like a walk in life.
It always happen.
To me? you? him? her? and them.
Edited: LOL! Reading all my old post. damn funny lah! i feel so lame! and like a.. kid. and! my hair somehow suck at the early pages.
and Dion knew i was reading older post of mine and she say i siao.. where got ppl read old post one.. i think she's the crazy one , its nice eh. b^.^d
And i'm not stopping here in life / 3:07 AM
