Sunday, October 15, 2006
She
She...
she helps me to stick on the medical plaster or rub oil onto me when i am not feeling well..
yet when she needs a rub or massage,i would normally refuse to do her the favour..
she knows i love listening to music...& she got me a vcd which has many artistes in it..she didnt know exactly who i like..most probably she would have ask the salesperson which vcd is the latest or more popular one..she told me to try it on the vcd player..& i treated the disk in a harsh manner..
whenever she asks too much questions...i would get irritated ...cox i feel she is asking alot of redundant questions.. but to her..those questions are not redundant...
i have the time to go out during weekends and play till night falls..for she would be ironing my clothes for me...
she will be the one who goes all out for us..to get us our stuffs..even the altering of clothes..
she will always get me some vcds back & ask me to try on the player to see if they are faulty... i would always give her a irritated look that the disks wont spoil so easily when its new...
as i grow up into a young adult now..she is also growing older ...
she is enthusiastic to go for overseas trips..she has never sit on a plane before..yet she is the one who gave me the opportunity to go Cambodia for my YEP trip..
i always try to remind myself to be patient with her..but most of the time..i failed...
how many times in life..i told myself to cherish cause we never know what would happen the next minute...and i always took things for granted for there is always a "tomorrow"
well..typing this entry...reminded me of this song SHE...by Elvis Costello
She May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day
She May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is She, she, she
she helps me to stick on the medical plaster or rub oil onto me when i am not feeling well..
yet when she needs a rub or massage,i would normally refuse to do her the favour..
she knows i love listening to music...& she got me a vcd which has many artistes in it..she didnt know exactly who i like..most probably she would have ask the salesperson which vcd is the latest or more popular one..she told me to try it on the vcd player..& i treated the disk in a harsh manner..
whenever she asks too much questions...i would get irritated ...cox i feel she is asking alot of redundant questions.. but to her..those questions are not redundant...
i have the time to go out during weekends and play till night falls..for she would be ironing my clothes for me...
she will be the one who goes all out for us..to get us our stuffs..even the altering of clothes..
she will always get me some vcds back & ask me to try on the player to see if they are faulty... i would always give her a irritated look that the disks wont spoil so easily when its new...
as i grow up into a young adult now..she is also growing older ...
she is enthusiastic to go for overseas trips..she has never sit on a plane before..yet she is the one who gave me the opportunity to go Cambodia for my YEP trip..
i always try to remind myself to be patient with her..but most of the time..i failed...
how many times in life..i told myself to cherish cause we never know what would happen the next minute...and i always took things for granted for there is always a "tomorrow"
well..typing this entry...reminded me of this song SHE...by Elvis Costello
She May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day
She May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is She, she, she
# posted by ch3mysTery : 12:38 PM
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