Lost At Sea

I want to read nice, deep, moving writings. But I guess they've all gone extinct. Fellow bloggers, what happened. :(

Over the sea and far away

She's waiting like an iceberg

Waiting to change

But she's cold inside

She wants to be like the water

All the muscles tighten in her face

Buries her soul in one embrace

They're one and the same

Just like water

The fire fades away

Most of everyday

Is full of tired excuses

But it's too hard to say

I wish it were simple

But we give up easily

You're close enough to see that

You're the other side of the world to me

On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike

But the time has come

To move along

The fire fades away

Can you help me

Can you let me go

And can you still love me

When you can't see me anymore

The fire fades away

Take These Broken Hearts and Leave.

Everyone's a hypocrite to a certain extent but I just cannot seem to comprehend how some people have the ability to be extremely hypocritical. Though, I sometimes wonder if hypocrites can be equated with confused people. They don't know what they want, so they say one thing, then they say another. It is actually because they are simply confused, but people view them as hypocrites. Do you get my drift? But it upsets me. Especially when you become the victim. It provokes me when someone becomes hypocritical, more so when I am not treated the way I should be. You know, no one should be taken advantage of. Not even you. But as I said, everyone is a hypocrite, including me. But only to a certain extent, that is.

I need to learn how to love. Join me?

They Don't Take You by the Hand.

Tonight I am joyless.

What if, it was all a mistake?



Oh, God...

I've made another day for myself. It's called Funday and it comes after Sunday.

Peace.

Be nice. That's all.

Feels A Little Like Home.

I've known you for about five years now and I clearly remember how we first got to know each other. It was during a PMD session when we were made to sit in the same group and found out later that we had the same piano teacher and the doctor I used to go to was actually your uncle. We had so much fun together in Form 1 and 2, especially when we always gave teachers the 'blank' look on our faces just because we didn't like them, and in Form 2 when we created a war with Pn Nermala. Haha, that was an amazing experience, wasn't it. Then in Form 3, we were streamed to the same class and you sat beside me. We always liked sharing an A4-sized paper just for doodling while teachers talked in front of the class. We made a lot of jokes too - mostly lame ones, but the funny kind of lame.

When it was time for exams, we would call to test each other over the phone. And I have to say, it really worked! Memorizing became so easy, didn't it? And during exams, you still sat beside me. Sometimes I still refuse to think it was mere coincidence.

Years passed. Since we are no longer in the same class or attend the same tuition classes, things have changed a little and I'm pretty sure we both know that, but I'm thankful enough to have spent half of my high school life with you.

Today, you turn 17. It is your day. It's a shame I don't have our pictures here in this laptop. Nevertheless, have fun wherever you are. Just don't come back with H1N1.

Ily, Lulu. :) I hope you read this in time.

Good Things Come In Threes

"Boys are so confusing. You just wanna slap them and be like, 'Just tell me what you're thinking!' Like, stop messing around, you know?"


Aha. I think The City is alright, not as good as The Hills but still quite worth watching.

I Will Survive

Yes la, I got chosen to go for NS. Funny right.


PS, Happy birthday, Caleb and Ruifong! :)

Slow down, time, slow down.

Slow down. Slow down. SLOW DOWN!