the best summer ever; because of you.
My first summer with you, was also the best.
For I learnt how to love, and how love feels like.
I had my first kiss, my first touch, my first hugs.
I learnt that to love someone, you learn to let them go.
I learnt that to love someone, you learn to let yourself go too; for them.
whispers of summer
her story
friends
birdsongs
memories
sunrays
sometimes what i want to say isn't apparent through what you just see(:
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
[im]perfection.
[im]perfection.i don't know any more, but it sure seems like i never do anything right. it's like i've been screwing every single thing up the whole of yesterday and today. and i wonder all the time, why can't i just be the perfect girl that everyone wants me to be; because i've had way too many misunderstandings already. and as my piano teacher realised, i kill myself over every single little thing like this. maybe you tell me it's okay, but it isn't. not to me. because it's always my fault, not yours. and i know it. so don't tell me otherwise.i cried for an entire hour. but i can only blame myself for it.you tell me it's your fault, and all i can do is just give you a wry smile; one that never reaches my eyes. because the tears are still falling, ever so silently.because the fact is, it's always my fault. and i'm tired of being this imperfect. because no matter what anyone does, there's nothing that can be done for me to unshed my tears. ever. 7:52 pm
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
[im]perfection. [im]perfection.i don't know any more, but it sure seems like i never do anything right. it's like i've been screwing every single thing up the whole of yesterday and today. and i wonder all the time, why can't i just be the perfect girl that everyone wants me to be; because i've had way too many misunderstandings already. and as my piano teacher realised, i kill myself over every single little thing like this. maybe you tell me it's okay, but it isn't. not to me. because it's always my fault, not yours. and i know it. so don't tell me otherwise.i cried for an entire hour. but i can only blame myself for it.you tell me it's your fault, and all i can do is just give you a wry smile; one that never reaches my eyes. because the tears are still falling, ever so silently.because the fact is, it's always my fault. and i'm tired of being this imperfect. because no matter what anyone does, there's nothing that can be done for me to unshed my tears. ever.
i'm just the girl in the corner, the girl with the wistful eyes;
jiaying
seventeen! but that'll change on 220910 xD
rafflesian
113'05, 210'06, 315'07, 415'08 10S03P!
redcrosser passed out;
tribunist [vchair yay :D] said farewell;
but i'll never forget those days(:
archer! :D
still a writer, yep.
save me...
absolutely deranged
chocoholic
shopaholic
complete psychotic
stress-hater
panicky [i'm serious.]
unfortunately, more often than not, a broken rose.
... before i drive myself mad.
je t'aime;
rgsrcy
tribune
rj archery!
writers' guild!
reading! xD
dancing <3!
singing
going on facebook and playing random games there HAHA
grand pianos [oh, nothing beats a grand!]
black; pink; chocolate brown :D
astronomy; knitting; archeryyy(:
pool; bridge; mahjong! xD
chemistry! [favourite subject (:]
needless to say, we must never leave out the two essences of life, chocolate and shopping! i can never do without
them hahaha(x
for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams;
ra science nahh no chance alr. but nevermind(:
>3.6 gpa [HAHA YES I DID IT FOR SECTHREE!(:]
tribune chair vchair's good enough. and in any case, my term's over anyway.
>3.6 SECFOUR gpa! YES I DID IT AGAIN! :D
rj chem ra! thank God i got in! :D
or uwc nordic! didn't apply; decided that specialising in sciences was the wiser choice, given my inaptitude
for humanities ><
rj dance! street/intl also can :D :Dbut nevermind, because rj archery pwns all now!
not forgetting the typical wish for world peace, duh. (:
and i wish i could have him. or at least, if we're not meant to be, someone to love
and to love me back. &it's true that love ends up being a battlefield sometimes, but it's still love; blessed
love.
for we were meant to last forever;
i find my paradise when you look me in the eyes-
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