bottled up thoughts in maroon and yellow

It’s Friday night, I’m at home feeling sorry for myself. Ironic, how I contradict myself. As much as I don’t enjoy being at home having late nights, living in my own pathetic online world, I’m still at home- feeling lazy and hoping to sleep soon. Lye shiun is at my place, and I’m thinking so much about yeung. No more late night drinks, no more shopping sprees, how does that song go again. Traveling overseas with her ain’t going to be that easy anymore, it ain’t going to be at least once every holiday. It’s probably be like I’ll fly over to meet you and you’ll fly over to meet me kind of thing. No more, the person who would give me advice on make-up, go shopping with me, I no longer have to keep sleeping on the right side of the bed, no longer have to struggle to get the better half of the blanket, and no one will be kicking your blanket of the bed cos I ain’t going to be there as much as I want to. And I guess few are the days, I’ll confess to you my lil infactuations, my deepest secrets and hear yours till we both just fall asleep. And we won’t be able to bully our sister’s together, tricking them to sleep on the floor so we get the beds, no more stories on animes for me, and no more comics for mei to read and no more free jap to English translations from you with the lovely eyes, distinct voice, my charming companion. *miss miss Day at work, everything was okay till the last few minutes of work, where I managed to get scolded by the chef, cos I asked him a question. Okay he shouted, but I should get used to it, cos that’s the way it goes over there. But what ruined today, was my pink top from UK. Ruined my mood, just didn’t work for me. Was a pretty wasted trip spent money on stuff I didn’t really need or want, didn’t manage to get any birthday presents for the 4 people I owe, nor a slipper, hot skirt, a nice top, a truckier nor a jacket. Wasted time on the trying to find smth at one of the posh shops off Stanford road for some show, I’m still thinking should I take the chance. And yes, it’s at the back of my mind. Guess you realized maybe ain’t your cup. I already know which part of it won’t be filled, though so badly wanting to shoot, afraid it’ll be gone to soon, since things ain’t the same anymore. Just maybe…