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appreciate
silence.

wrong day. wrong day.
itve been such a wrong since the verystart.

firstly,
early morning, i took an hour and so
talking about a unnecessary problem.
a problem that shouldnt in the first place occur.

secondly,
later on the morning, i talked to another friend.
im was rather disappointed with him.
i dont understand the way he does thing.

thirdly,
then, i slept at six.
forgetting that ive got physiotherapy at twelve.
damm. how can i forget that?

fourthly,
i managed to only slept for four hours.
have been so lacking of sleep.
didnt want to miss physio.
made myself wake up and perpare to go.

fifthly,
i missed my stop to alight.
ive to walk one stop back.
i was catching a lil winks on the bus.
and i only wake at my bus-stop.
and i missed the bell.

sixthly,
i met my new physiotherapist.
he looked so stern.
and speak with such solemnness.
he seem be to jus doing his job.
and not caring for his patient.
the take care of his jus sounded fake.

seventhly,
i finished my physiotherapy.
and while paying the bill,
i realise my dad didnt even
foot the previous bills.
the nurse made a fuss.
i was mad with my dad.
he's always making late payment.
whats his memory for?

eightly,
the unnecessary problem took effort.
it kinda makes it seem that it jus went for a detour.
then come back to the same point.

whats more for the day?
and alas, the day have not reached its end.
dont let me go mad.


Spinning..
Snow Patrol - How To Be Dead.

stamp'd 17:58

Thursday, January 13, 2005