i can't hide it any longer and it has to go somewhere.
here is the place where i let it all out.
maybe this is the corner i have.
i see your kind intentions..
somewhere deep inside me still hope.
but i know unless i do something,
i will forever be looking from the sideline.
and the strange part is,
i'm contented being aloof.

its like childhood memories.
i still remember the times where i play indian house with the ppl around my neighbourhood.
forming the 'house' using 4 slippers
"INDIAN HOUSE! 123!" 
and thats how we won.
the excitement that i get from dodging all those superspeed tennis ball..
the bad part of this, it is a thing of the past.
i still see the good of it..

ahh.. wondering how mrs jacob is doing..
and all those times in sec sch..

to memories.. we'll relive.

they say i don't move on, but thats not true..
i just stay in the past longer..