We've always been too busy to meet; too busy beyond our means to just create opportunities to have a lunch or two. Haha. Who are we kidding... its not the busy lifestyles. It's more of not having the habit of having each other in our life activities. But we feel much for each other still, each year when we meet up for that few hours, we bond like we've seen each other only yesterday. And it's this bond I look forward to each year. Chinese New Year. I love them... growing up together with them had been a wild time. Maybe when my lappy's fixed I'll post pictures of us here. =) ..--.. She sits swinging in the wind, Hair flowing, heart flying She feels beautiful, for he's looking Those eyes so gentle, turns the poem he wrote ironic. Dare not to love, Dare not touch, Dare not let more escape her eyes than should be She watches him... Drawn, to him whether like a moth to the fire or a bee to the flowers Knowing not to death, or happiness.
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It keeps on raining, raining, raining. And I thought at first, that raining was pretty nice, the dull, cold mood so relaxing and soothing. Sometimes the excitement of being caught in the rain, challenging the speed of falling rain with your running to the next shelter. Then the falling sick. Haha.. But today the day is simply bleak, my heart still thumping painfully in my chest and waiting for my hands to stop shivering; I try to hide their trembling via typing. So just type and type and type and type. Just type. I'm breaking down, god help me, in this computer lab with a dozen other faces I don't know. But I cannot cry, because the tears will smudge my mascara, and I'll surely regret it later when the puffy eyes become the icon of attention. The lump in my throat as I read through the post caught up with me, and I made myself read every word twice, as if the first blow wasn't enough for a swift death. Every word is now registered into my mind, and so did the pain. We a...
Remember the Remembered Tonight's another partynight for the chills. Their tentacles so long, they freeze the air I try desperately to gasp in, in my attempt to survive this entry. I can feel them trying to probe into my mind, their evil plot to freeze even my thoughts and lay this body to sleep. For eternity. I feel my eyelids weighing down. God alone knows how long I've left. I understand now, that history will not repeat itself, for a reason so simple: Because we've changed. It's apparent you're not who you are before, and I, too, have recognised the enormity of decay that'd taken root in me, and hence urged on to do smth abt it. Therein lies my change: The ability to recognise and rectify. I admit...that the incident has had a great impact on me. Made me insecure, unable to handle betrayal at face value. Hence, the urge to possess, and unreasonable requests for 101% commitment. I have suffered the humiliation of being pitied from the betrayal, and the only r...
The Light Are those quality time we spent, Peals of laughter shared? Content. Just drinking in the sight of you. Feel so at ease simply within the vicinity of your aura. You make me smile...not from the obligation to entertain, but because I was truly amused. Happy. Such a simple word to describe my simple feel. And as the light was casted upon the darkened beach, the ghastly shroud dissolved. The little girl raised her head from the burrow she'd dug for protection, in search for that harbringer of light. What she saw was no angel, yet no man as intense. A spurt of happiness, so undulated and uncomplicated. She knew she'd found the light that would chase the demons away, but one she should never hope to possess. Despite the fears, she would have trust that this light would appear at her darkest moments and infuse her with warmth. Yet it would leave as subtly as it had come, once her wounds were healed. It would come, but wouldn't stay. Keep that in mind... And be at peace e...