here i am.. suffering from non-stop puking and mind-numbing tummyache... while my parents are sleeping peacefully in their bedroom.. im stuffing pills in my mouth to stop me from getting "ass burn" again.. no one cares anymore.. haha.. all i want is a hug.. or a simple.. " are u ok? " but no...... nth like that anymore..
i remember when i was young.. my mom would always buy me ribena or cook me fish porridge whenever im sick.. memories like that flood my mind and bring tears to my eyes.. its the simple things that pple do that really touches me.. instead of doing extravagant stuffs .. sigh.. y cant things be like before? haf they given up on me? they dont even scold me when i smoke anymore...
sometimes at night when i keep tossing and turning in bed.. i start thinking of all my happy memories i had as a child.. not to forget the sad memories too... but i guess overall i did haf a great childhood.. pampered and adored by all my relatives.. sigh.. i guess the one that pampered me the most was my ahma.. sad to say.. she passed away on the 3rd of august 2003.. during her funeral i cried like a baby.. it really hurts to lose someone u love so dearly.. and i regretted not visiting her as often as she hoped i would..
i always used to say... ah ma.. dont smoke.. very smelly.. LOL.. lookie here.. now im a hardcore smoker.. wopie doo.. sigh.. how ironic things always turn out to be.. ah ma.. i miss u.. hopefully.. i'll be able to join u soon.. =p
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