Saturday, August 13, 2005
Last Long Song.
I want to buy my father beer. Im just so innocent from the whole business of drinking that i for a fact, dont even know if im old enough legally to get him a six pack. Maybe my hair will show the age with a breeze. The thing is though i had always condemned his habit of drinking, i always failed to realise that he could have been so much worse but chose not to. So i decided just only now that i shall just contribute to those little enjoyments in his life once in a while probably from now on. I mean, its not like drowning oneself in tubs of ice cream constantly makes him die an easier death.
Im in a paranoid stage of my life. The next two weeks in camp are going to be the last (and most) brutal 2 for the course on the whole, but i just cannot psyche myself out of this one. And whats worse is that i cannot bitch about it cause i havent even experienced it.
And so i will be off watching 'the island' now with potato. Im way overdue for this one.
Then of course there are the others who would just make your heart wrench longer than you would ever expect it. But of course, where would the memories come from then.
Written fashion may not be history @3:57 PM
