wish you didn't have to leave my side...
Monday, January 24, 2011 @ 4:17 AM
| 0 notesI'm such a child. It's not like it's never happened before, but I just can't live without you. It's not even a week that you'll be away, you haven't even left, but I'm already crying, wishing you never left, that you'll never leave. You'll be back, but I'll miss you loads when you're not here. I'll miss your warm presence, and home just isn't the same without you. It's not that you'll never come back, but I'll miss your voice, but loving arms. I'm not six anymore, I'm thirteen, but I'm still the same child inside. I'll be down. Many tears I'll shed while you're gone. Don't leave me, 'cos no one else can ever take your place.
Oh dear, the more I write, the more I'm thinking of using this as lyrics for my song. O.O And the more I cry.
Anyway, the past few days have been pretty creepy. I think I'm being stalked again. After leaving Bernadine's house, at the MRT, there was this guy who came up to me with this freaking creepy smile on his face, like he was thinking of very, very unmodest things, and I glared at him, then he gave this fake apologetic smile and did a 'sorry' waving gesture and turned and stood behind me. I freaking walked away.
Then today, my mum and I were walking and this weird guy, started to talk to us, saying I was very pretty and asked if I was from Italy (what an unusual place to pick, of all places). I refused to look at him and gave a very stony face, and he was like, "So pretty, but so tough." Mum thanked him, and we walked away. He might as well have called me a hot chick straight to my face. Sheesh. I feel like my modesty has been outraged with mere looks and words. Must be my fringe. Also, why Italy? I thought I looked more like a Korean. If you said I look Korean, I would better understand, because I am Asian, but Italian? He's obviously never seen Italian girls before. I have. I've been there. I know. I SO obviously DO NOT look like them. I feel so stalked! I think I should carry a pocket knife around in public and ask Lesley to train me in hand-to-hand combat. Seriously.
Now go away... go stalk someone else...
wish you didn't have to leave my side...
Monday, January 24, 2011 @ 4:17 AM
| 0 notesI'm such a child. It's not like it's never happened before, but I just can't live without you. It's not even a week that you'll be away, you haven't even left, but I'm already crying, wishing you never left, that you'll never leave. You'll be back, but I'll miss you loads when you're not here. I'll miss your warm presence, and home just isn't the same without you. It's not that you'll never come back, but I'll miss your voice, but loving arms. I'm not six anymore, I'm thirteen, but I'm still the same child inside. I'll be down. Many tears I'll shed while you're gone. Don't leave me, 'cos no one else can ever take your place.
Oh dear, the more I write, the more I'm thinking of using this as lyrics for my song. O.O And the more I cry.
Anyway, the past few days have been pretty creepy. I think I'm being stalked again. After leaving Bernadine's house, at the MRT, there was this guy who came up to me with this freaking creepy smile on his face, like he was thinking of very, very unmodest things, and I glared at him, then he gave this fake apologetic smile and did a 'sorry' waving gesture and turned and stood behind me. I freaking walked away.
Then today, my mum and I were walking and this weird guy, started to talk to us, saying I was very pretty and asked if I was from Italy (what an unusual place to pick, of all places). I refused to look at him and gave a very stony face, and he was like, "So pretty, but so tough." Mum thanked him, and we walked away. He might as well have called me a hot chick straight to my face. Sheesh. I feel like my modesty has been outraged with mere looks and words. Must be my fringe. Also, why Italy? I thought I looked more like a Korean. If you said I look Korean, I would better understand, because I am Asian, but Italian? He's obviously never seen Italian girls before. I have. I've been there. I know. I SO obviously DO NOT look like them. I feel so stalked! I think I should carry a pocket knife around in public and ask Lesley to train me in hand-to-hand combat. Seriously.
Now go away... go stalk someone else...
hobbit.whovian.sherlockian.