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I wanted to be kept in a box forever,

Place under the earth surface

And can never be seek by anyone.

I wanted to be alone for a while

To feel free from odd things

to feel free from problems.

I wanted to be naïve

Not to feel anything, not to feel hurt

You’ll feel free to say anything,

And it will be nothing for me

It was a dream fulfilled if I will be numb

But it was a thing I can say dumb.

However it was my ambition

And why couldn’t I reach that direction.

An emptiness for others were sad

But it gives me delight

Coz if I’m empty, never can they fill my life

And never can they bring something in my heart.

(I can’t think of a title

Cause that’s what I feel

Nothing is in my mind,

Cause stupidity they bring to me,

That’s what inside.)

(First week of April... night)

yummy

3:30 pm

4-27-08

If Justine is a spitfire-type

And has a bitter personality

But with good heart; she could be

a coffee…

If Irene is as pure as milk,

Calm and peaceful as her name;

She could be a cream.

If Kim had different colors as her moods; and has a brilliant & sweet crystal heart- she could be a sugar.

And if our friendship is clear & warm as a hot water…

And if Coffee, Cream & Sugar was a great blend…

Justine, Irene and Kim were bestfriends!

time waits for no one

Time is a torrent of linger to all,

If we reach the boundary we couldn’t bawl;

Never could we revive a dead past,

Even if we shout till the shadow cast.

We act just like a fault-finder,

When we hadn’t seize anything ‘coz it was over;

Blaming it wouldn’t do anything,

It was with you that was something—.

“Time waits for no one” — it isn’t clear,

We’re still thinking why couldn’t we interfere?

It was running, without stumbling

As fleet as a whirlwind; around, yes it was turning.

We couldn’t command it for what it ought to do,

It was moving in a circumstance without a clue;

It got slower when we waits for it,

And then quicker when we enjoy its beat.

Whistling with the music of the wind breeze,

Still it runs and would never freeze;

Thumping with the sound, poking with it,

Dancing with the rhythm; waiting it to grit.

“Time waits for no one” as what have been said clear,

Never would it let us to interfere;

It would just keep on going, abiding nobody,

As swift as a blizzard, still it’s husky.