i love cliche
one week passes so fast,
in a blink of an eye
its weekend again
when i was young, i always thought working will be fun
no homework, no exams, have money, freedom
and no grumblesome parents and teachers.
ya, and no missing out of tv series because of exms or late nights
now that i'm working, working, i find school life so admirable.
no nasty bosses, no deadline to meets, no proposal, no worries of under-performing,
spoonfed, have time.
like what everyone was saying,
student: no money, have time,
working adult: have money, no time
weekend is soooooooo (spelt with a capital s and h) precious.
it means more sleep sleep and sleep.
the fear of narrowing social circle,
the fear of not updated with the current affairs
the fear of neglecting your love ones,
i wonder do they know?
or slowly, i just become a name in their phone book?
i'm glad, there are still some precious earthlings that has sent me warm messages
(you know who you are),
those message really don't mean anything, in fact, they are so irritable,
when they interrupted my meetings.
yet, on my lonely journey back, on bus 531 or 10, those sms really warm things up.
god bless you, my dearly mates.
if you are not a god-person, may p.a.p bless you with more gst package.
i'm begining to love cliches....
they are so cliche....
they are like an old friend, boring, expected, no excitment.
but, they will forever stand true.
in a blink of an eye
its weekend again
when i was young, i always thought working will be fun
no homework, no exams, have money, freedom
and no grumblesome parents and teachers.
ya, and no missing out of tv series because of exms or late nights
now that i'm working, working, i find school life so admirable.
no nasty bosses, no deadline to meets, no proposal, no worries of under-performing,
spoonfed, have time.
like what everyone was saying,
student: no money, have time,
working adult: have money, no time
weekend is soooooooo (spelt with a capital s and h) precious.
it means more sleep sleep and sleep.
the fear of narrowing social circle,
the fear of not updated with the current affairs
the fear of neglecting your love ones,
i wonder do they know?
or slowly, i just become a name in their phone book?
i'm glad, there are still some precious earthlings that has sent me warm messages
(you know who you are),
those message really don't mean anything, in fact, they are so irritable,
when they interrupted my meetings.
yet, on my lonely journey back, on bus 531 or 10, those sms really warm things up.
god bless you, my dearly mates.
if you are not a god-person, may p.a.p bless you with more gst package.
i'm begining to love cliches....
they are so cliche....
they are like an old friend, boring, expected, no excitment.
but, they will forever stand true.