I am the secret that you keep; MISS SCARLET.

The signal is subtle
We pass just close enough to touch
No questions, no answers
We know by now to say enough
With only simple words
With only subtle turns
The things we feel alone for one another

There is a secret that we keep
I won't sleep if you won't sleep
Because tonight may be the last chance we'll be given
We are compelled to do what we must do
We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden

So I won't sleep if you won't sleep tonight

Sunday, May 29, 2005

miss you.miss you.miss you.

i can say it a thousand, million - heck, even a billion, GAZILLION times - but it's never enough. i say it every night to You, i think it everyday when you're never around. but it's never enough.

I MISS YOU.

the whole weekend was taken up by a relative's wedding. two days of going back to my roots, somewhat. and actually it wasn't that bad. the bride was GORGEOUS (pics up soon). funny that the bride's sister said i resembled her (the bride). haha... then when i went to take a closer look for myself, during photo-taking session, i was almost shocked to see an-almost-replicate reflection of myself (but made-up, MUCH prettier, fairer and taller, hehe). the bridegroom was looking freaking stressed out and nervous during the engagement ceremony. i was whispering to my mom that if i were the bridegroom, i would have passed out from the intense heat and overwhelming stress. then today was a lunch gathering from 11am - 5pm, under the void deck. in spite of the heavy rain, we made it in time JUST when the bridegroom was arriving, and the kompangs were playing. simply LOVE the sound of them. so after eating, me and my mom took over my aunt's place and helped out to give out the little gifts for the guests. pretty tiring standing in heels. blekk! i hung out with my favourite cousin, Nasser (yep, kuzzie, if you're reading this... NOW you know! hahaha)... and my "a lil' wacko" uncle. you see, he rounded up ex-students from his primary school to help out with clearing guests' plates and utensils. so they were like your stereotypical 13 and 14 year old "mats". and he even tried to introduce them to me... like HUH??? well, it seems like he's trying to introduce his students to my sister... damn. i don't know what to say seriously. even Nasser was saying he was acting like a paedophile. haha.. totally agree. don't know if he was just feeling cheeky or maybe his fever was affecting his better judgement. wahahaha. at least the live band that was playing was good; good enough for my cousin to start dancing and singing while packing up the food. -_- oh well, it was a great feeling overall, but even after all that:

I STILL MISS YOU. :-(