Friday, February 23, 2007
its an0ther start.
its an0ther day.
l0ok up t0 the sky and say.
i'll make it a w0nderful day.
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i wan t0 g0 back t0 year 2000.
wher every m0rning im awaken by my mum.
washing the cups.
wher there is always a cup 0f warm water 0n my table.
wher i will say g0od m0rning t0 her.
wher i wait f0r her and g0 t0 the market.
wher i will eat breakfast with her.
wher i carry f0r her the g0cerys.
wher i will always ask her t0 buy me choc0 biscuits.
wher i will hear her telling me t0 d0 my h0mew0rk.
wher she will ask me what i wan f0r dinner.
wher she will nag at me t0 bath.
wher she will l0ok at the time and rush 0ut f0r the tv.
wher i sit with her 0n the s0fa and watch the tv.
wher she chases me 0ff t0 sleep at 11.
wher she wakes up early in the m0rning and c0ver me with my blanket.
wher she r0lls d0wn the curtains.
wher she will d0 eveything a mum will d0.
wher 4 0f us will sit 0n that small dinning table.
wher she and my dad will talk and laugh.
wher she always picks 0ut the b0nes fr0m the fishes.
wher she wil clean all 0f the dishes.
wher she will sc0ld me when i d0 things wr0ng.
wher i will talk t0 her ab0ut scho0l life.
wher she wil sc0ld me f0r falling sick;
but yet bring me t0 the d0ct0r.
wher she will ir0n the cl0thes f0r me.
wher she will acc0mpany me t0 buy cl0thes.
wher she will smile when i d0 things silly.
wher i said dumb things and she will laugh.
i hate my life n0w.
i wake up,
and hear the c0nstructi0n w0rks.
and the table is empty.
the fl0or is dusty.
and the h0use is empty.
the fridge is empty.
my breakfast is n0thing.
that big s0fa wher we sat.
n0w, its 0nly filled up with cl0thes.
i shudn't be h0me n0w.
i shud be 0utside with my mum at plaza having breakfast and buying dinner.
i hate n0w.
i hate c0ming h0me.
i hate g0ing back and seeing n0 0ne else.
i hate sitting in fr0nt 0f the c0mputer.
i hate c0ming back and have n0 0ne t0 ask me h0w am i.
i want t0 call "m0ther" everyday.
i wan t0 see her everyday.
thats what a m0ther is f0r.
i miss my mum.
i miss th0se times.
i miss my life.
in l0ving mem0ries
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what my life n0w is a timetable.
planned and ready.
wher n0 changes are.
and n0 changes will be.
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9:08 AM
a new page, a new chapter