simplicity.

waiting for the final moment

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
- Chantal Kreviazuk : Leaving on A Jet Plane

meaningful i must say.
tomorrow, yellow ribbon walk.
supporting the event for the ex-convicts.
maybe i am contradicting myself.
now, i'm supporting this event.
what if i really face and ex convict who needs a job?
think about it. hmm.

holidays are here.
yeahhh. right!
mugging i must say.
a little bit.
cashless.
haven't pay for farewell dinner.
shittoz.

shall go now.
TATA.

posted by h a fiz a @ 8:27 PM