and it would be a ballad

Wah I feel so tired not enough sleep for three days. Today booking in and tomorrow going for field camp. It feels like byebye world and adios civilisation for the next seven days. I don’t wanna spend valentines’ with the mosquitoes and centipedes and snakes. Whaaaaaat... army is such a chore. *pouts*

Um what is going on now. All this relationship stuff is coming up again and giving me a headache. sigh... the heart is throwing tangles like fine spun cloth. Going into ns I resolved not to start anything, and get to uni before considering anything serious, but what am I to do when the girl that shows up in your arms is just so wonderful... I am afraid of doing the wrong thing now. Or is it doing the right thing at the wrong time. Argh I don’t know if I can handle anything more than friendship right now. Just not ready for the self-confirmation of a leap to a ‘yes I want her’... Then again I could just be delusional and dreaming up overtures in place of friendship... I hope I’m still reading people right after the stupefaction of army.

Haiz. Having to hold back flirting just feels like cramming part of personality into a pringles tin. But at this point in time, unsureties and all, not restraining myself would be like making promises with the intention of breaking them. For goodness sake the next four weeks I’ll only be out two weekends before passing-out parade... what right does one have to subject a girl to that amount of tentativeness!

Still, that I ask her out is probably signal enough to myself that my feelings run deeper than what I care to admit to myself... so much for self-control, boy.

Haiz the heart throws tangles like a fast bowler on double quicktime. Old emotions that she trawls to the surface... just chose the wrong time to reveal themselves. Why now why now.



Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That maybe you’re all I need
In darkness she is all I seek
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday mornings
And I never want to leave