Fight this battle,

Prata boy, thanks for the prezzie. And, the words you wrote surprised me. It's time for you to embark on your new future, poetry. Forget about, engineering. Haha, kidding. You are so caught up with school and girls, you got no time for me anymore. :P

Finally, after months I saw Charine at C house. :)

I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.

Here's the day you hoped would never come,
Don't feed me violins, just run with me,
Through rows of speeding cars.
The papercuts the cheating lovers,
The coffee's never strong enough,
I know you think it's more than just bad luck.

There there baby,
It's just text book stuff,
It's in the ABC of growing up.
Now, now darling,
Oh don't lose your head,
Cause none of us were angels,
And you know I love you yeah.

I don't have much time anymore and it's driving me crazy.