Currently sitting in the sunlight. Things are about to change, or on hopes they will. Her view followed from the entrance and went up the stairs. She follows and then backs away. Patience and then things will finally change this hundreds and thousands of tries. All it takes is time and a little fate, doesn't it?
Currently listenning to Love Story when Viva La Vida cuts in. The story where a he does something special for his daughter.The story where it gets repeated and never replaced. Love and this favourite part. Subjective. Some things in life don't change much even though how much they say time changes a person, doesn't it?
Currently catching up with dead dates. Written reports combined with presentations give a good start, a rushed climax and then towards a great ending. Now to wait, or so it seems. Things don't come to a full stop until 22. Pretty much gives people the answer why Mass Comm students don't need to have ECA points, doesn't it?
Currently time is spent on the loves. Those blood and sweat that once thought annoyed people to the max. Suddenly, being alone doesn't necessary mean a person is lonely. It's not too late to realize this for some people and people always, always deserve second chances. If not third, or the forth. Well, don't they?
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Glass
I’m walking this path, like I’m walking on glass.
Reaching there a few more seconds, tears began to flow.
The place was a forbidden room to show any moan.
I couldn’t stand it.
She sat there like any other evening, and let my sorrow fade.
She asked. I need not speak.
I guess she knows, she knew. Or, does she?
The hidden truth for these few months wanted to reveal itself,
but something deep down swallowed the words.
Silence was decided, instead an excuse was used.
The truth in the lie and the lie in the truth
Falling silent on my family was never my thing.
Passing by the playground like any usual Kuchai day I stopped.
Watching the gate was the routine. Today tended to be different.
Bravery stood still. It then started to tremble.
Questions were to thrown, sentences were to tell, all in sequence and all so right.
Positive until he walked out.
Looking into your eyes, it became an option. And how does your hair just grow in two?
I guess they were shocked. Not as stunned as I was though.
The box was handed. And all well-planned structure of words died.
He waved. I smiled. I forgot.
All words died. Thanks a heap.
It was easier back then.
Four months and counting, or is it?
Backwards I move, while flying you can’t wait.
Life has never been freer, happier or more relaxed.
And then, life, has never been like a wave, nor has it ever challenged the ocean.
There I lay, and staring into the ceiling fan. Blank.
Sending letters to you seems identical to mailing the dead.
Though how much this heart aches to see, it is better not to look.
And by finally realizing, understanding, walking away had WSK 7017 spotted.
I’m walking on glass, but I’ll walk this path.
There’s blood, but then again, there’s crystals.
I'll walk this path.
Too much of English Literature at 8am every weekday.
How naive I am, to believe 3 words can defeat all.
I laugh.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
Reaching there a few more seconds, tears began to flow.
The place was a forbidden room to show any moan.
I couldn’t stand it.
She sat there like any other evening, and let my sorrow fade.
She asked. I need not speak.
I guess she knows, she knew. Or, does she?
The hidden truth for these few months wanted to reveal itself,
but something deep down swallowed the words.
Silence was decided, instead an excuse was used.
The truth in the lie and the lie in the truth
Falling silent on my family was never my thing.
Passing by the playground like any usual Kuchai day I stopped.
Watching the gate was the routine. Today tended to be different.
Bravery stood still. It then started to tremble.
Questions were to thrown, sentences were to tell, all in sequence and all so right.
Positive until he walked out.
Looking into your eyes, it became an option. And how does your hair just grow in two?
I guess they were shocked. Not as stunned as I was though.
The box was handed. And all well-planned structure of words died.
He waved. I smiled. I forgot.
All words died. Thanks a heap.
It was easier back then.
Four months and counting, or is it?
Backwards I move, while flying you can’t wait.
Life has never been freer, happier or more relaxed.
And then, life, has never been like a wave, nor has it ever challenged the ocean.
There I lay, and staring into the ceiling fan. Blank.
Sending letters to you seems identical to mailing the dead.
Though how much this heart aches to see, it is better not to look.
And by finally realizing, understanding, walking away had WSK 7017 spotted.
I’m walking on glass, but I’ll walk this path.
There’s blood, but then again, there’s crystals.
I'll walk this path.
Too much of English Literature at 8am every weekday.
How naive I am, to believe 3 words can defeat all.
I laugh.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Because my worst enemy is my mind itself
Imma like a quagga or a dodo bird.
If I die today, I'll be extinct tomorrow.
I'm a rare species.
Just like the narwal.
But if you were here all the time, I'd be anything anyone wants me to be.
If I die today, I'll be extinct tomorrow.
I'm a rare species.
Just like the narwal.But if you were here all the time, I'd be anything anyone wants me to be.
Falling stars
It's the third day of CNY! UCSI's been gloomy. Not much cars or people around, which makes those who attended class have the feeling of "Why am I here again?" Some more dearest Mr Ken Choong doesn't take attendance for 8am Popular Culture. Blah. Oh well. He went in the wrong class again and showed up 10 minutes later again! Shhhhh.
Third day of CNY, which meant during the past few nights, lots and lots of pretty, awesome fireworks were thrown continuosly into the dark sky. Kesian all the dogs out there only. Yuki, Miko, Sesame, Leng Leng, Bowie, Muffin, August, Mocha, Bama, Sessi, Claypot.
Not but not least, there's Nike. Look after Cindy? Rest in peace. You know you filled in the empty space in the Chan family the past 3 years. Though you were 8 back then, you represented Ah Gong. You were old yet you felt very young at heart. You barked and ran in circles when any vehicles pass by the house. There was once the gate was left opened and you ran out chasing after a motorcycle, then 73-year-old Ah Gong ran after you, and the rest had to run after Ah Gong. You were always jealous when others called only Leng Leng and not you. Only did you quiet down when your name was finally mentioned. You were boney, skinny and your legs are as thin as a stick. You had no fur and well, you just had no fear of anything. Even when your kidneys and heart started to fall weaker day by day, you fought. You were going blind and you'd still walk around like nobody's business, and maybe knocking into everything and falling into the side drain and injuring yourself. you still growl at people when you were just 15cm and 2kg large, and could be thrown 10 miles if kicked. Funny thing is, you never growl at Cindy and obey her all her "Come!"s. You were sick for quite some time. And a day before you left, your eye sparkled as if they never fell blind. You chose to leave the night you were let to sleep in the house. You chose a day before Cindy and the family were leaving for Vietnam. You chose a rainy morning, a day before Chinese New Year. You let Cindy sent you along the way one last time, before the new year in the chinese calender. Cindy cried, but could talk about you 10 hours later, smiling and laughing even when mentioning about you. You brought joy in the house for 3 years. So, look after her? Look after Leng Leng. Look after the whole family. Look after all of us. Because you will be missed. Rest in peace, Nike, You will be remembered.
Third day of CNY, which meant during the past few nights, lots and lots of pretty, awesome fireworks were thrown continuosly into the dark sky. Kesian all the dogs out there only. Yuki, Miko, Sesame, Leng Leng, Bowie, Muffin, August, Mocha, Bama, Sessi, Claypot.
Not but not least, there's Nike. Look after Cindy? Rest in peace. You know you filled in the empty space in the Chan family the past 3 years. Though you were 8 back then, you represented Ah Gong. You were old yet you felt very young at heart. You barked and ran in circles when any vehicles pass by the house. There was once the gate was left opened and you ran out chasing after a motorcycle, then 73-year-old Ah Gong ran after you, and the rest had to run after Ah Gong. You were always jealous when others called only Leng Leng and not you. Only did you quiet down when your name was finally mentioned. You were boney, skinny and your legs are as thin as a stick. You had no fur and well, you just had no fear of anything. Even when your kidneys and heart started to fall weaker day by day, you fought. You were going blind and you'd still walk around like nobody's business, and maybe knocking into everything and falling into the side drain and injuring yourself. you still growl at people when you were just 15cm and 2kg large, and could be thrown 10 miles if kicked. Funny thing is, you never growl at Cindy and obey her all her "Come!"s. You were sick for quite some time. And a day before you left, your eye sparkled as if they never fell blind. You chose to leave the night you were let to sleep in the house. You chose a day before Cindy and the family were leaving for Vietnam. You chose a rainy morning, a day before Chinese New Year. You let Cindy sent you along the way one last time, before the new year in the chinese calender. Cindy cried, but could talk about you 10 hours later, smiling and laughing even when mentioning about you. You brought joy in the house for 3 years. So, look after her? Look after Leng Leng. Look after the whole family. Look after all of us. Because you will be missed. Rest in peace, Nike, You will be remembered.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Current relationship: It's complicated
Things that people know, things they do not know, things they've found out only recently, things that make them worry and care so much, things that make them call everyday, things that they remind me that I'm not alone in this, things that makes me thinking, should I tell them this?
You say almost obvious. I say blind and blinder. We say perhaps lunch?
You say almost obvious. I say blind and blinder. We say perhaps lunch?
Sunday, January 15, 2012
To wait for a ship at the train station, or at the airport?
Sometimes it's just the stuff you gotta risk in life to know which direction you wanna go, which path you wanna choose, which road you're heading towards to.
To risk adventures, risk feelings, risk jumping, falling, leaping, running, skipping.
Hectic week, I would say to describe the beginning of a new sem.
Accept and appreciate is what i would say for now. For whatever happened this morning stays this morning. No more, and yet hoping for more.
Small possibility was heard. Not worth it was heard more often. But sometimes it's the things you gotta risk to know what's next.
So what's next?
To risk adventures, risk feelings, risk jumping, falling, leaping, running, skipping.
Hectic week, I would say to describe the beginning of a new sem.
Accept and appreciate is what i would say for now. For whatever happened this morning stays this morning. No more, and yet hoping for more.
Small possibility was heard. Not worth it was heard more often. But sometimes it's the things you gotta risk to know what's next.
So what's next?
Gotta stop relying on my bed and start waking up
Am I better off dead? Am I better off a quitter?
SO NOT!
This random girl here is happily spamming songs every night. Thanks for the company that night when she needed to talk the most. Cheers to self that she's listening to emo songs and still standing tall for the last 24 hours. Fingers crossed it'll stay this way until..well until she's fully recovered.
Sooooooo, something weird is going on with all the guy friends recently. It's either the Christmas spirit's gotten over them, or they're playing cool with high ego, or they've forever actually been gentlemen by paying for all the meals. O_o .. Or maybe their allowance was recently increased. =p
You know what, not only am I gonna try and stop texting and driving, I'm gonna stop driving when I'm feeling upset. The world out there looks so beautiful! And the future is just so bright. I see myself graduating, spending 3 months in Aussie followed by a week or 2 in Atlanta, then come back in M'sia and start finding a secure job while trying part time on grooming courses.
If there's one thing I found out about myself this holidays apart from the picture quote above, is that I love spamming in FB, Twitter, and especially in Blogspot. Line dislikes Tumblr so, so much! Blaaa.
Sorry. But the only way for me to move on is to be mean to you. It comes with a price though, all negative thoughts are always gonna be with me till who-knows-when.
SO NOT!
This random girl here is happily spamming songs every night. Thanks for the company that night when she needed to talk the most. Cheers to self that she's listening to emo songs and still standing tall for the last 24 hours. Fingers crossed it'll stay this way until..well until she's fully recovered.
Sooooooo, something weird is going on with all the guy friends recently. It's either the Christmas spirit's gotten over them, or they're playing cool with high ego, or they've forever actually been gentlemen by paying for all the meals. O_o .. Or maybe their allowance was recently increased. =p
You know what, not only am I gonna try and stop texting and driving, I'm gonna stop driving when I'm feeling upset. The world out there looks so beautiful! And the future is just so bright. I see myself graduating, spending 3 months in Aussie followed by a week or 2 in Atlanta, then come back in M'sia and start finding a secure job while trying part time on grooming courses.
If there's one thing I found out about myself this holidays apart from the picture quote above, is that I love spamming in FB, Twitter, and especially in Blogspot. Line dislikes Tumblr so, so much! Blaaa.
Sorry. But the only way for me to move on is to be mean to you. It comes with a price though, all negative thoughts are always gonna be with me till who-knows-when.
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