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(:
Sunday, May 31, 2009
flamme immortelle.
flamme immortelle.instinct's never failed me before
no wonder it felt different today
somehow
the fleeting, parting goodbyes
routine, yet strangely intuitively unfamiliar
their veiling gentleness but a mere particle
of the strength of the blaze within
the almost imperceptible sliver of brightness
from a heavily lidded lantern
shutters shut.
not a goodbye, but farewell;
or so it seemed, with the break of day.
but night will fall, sooner or later:
there will be a time when this coruscating light
will have the chance to outshine even the constellations themselves
when the phoenixes will dance and put the sun to shame
last through the night they will, and soar from the effulgence
perhaps slowly, but steadily, surely
living on the holy trinity-
faith, hope, and love
an eternal flame
i love you, and i always will;
don't ever forget this.
i still remember you saying once you've shot with a gmx, there's no turning back-
well, it's the same case here, there's no more turning back for me; we're past the point of no return. only difference is, you mean so, so much more to me❤ 10:02 pm
Thursday, May 14, 2009
ordinarily extraordinary
ordinarily extraordinary;
they say seven's the magic number
and that good things come in pairs
but each alone wasn't good enough
and my heart settled on twice seven elusive sleep and time spirited away
don't do justice, unfortunately
threatening to dim the promised sparkle-
it was almost a normal day
then again strong magic runs deep
ritualistically manifesting itself
making every day the magic blooms
ordinarily extraordinary
sweet memories to treasure-
a few stolen minutes
dancing shining silver hearts
and a most desperate vampire 8:46 pm
Saturday, May 09, 2009
of glass flowers and real flowers.
of glass flowers and real flowers.
glass flowers and real flowers - both equally beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
but a glass flower has a certain clarity and exquisitness that sets it apart; seen to be perfect, it is. people fall in love with its crystal depths, and its elusive sparkle that dances away when they try and catch it with their gaze. not forgetting that it could well last for forever. on the other hand, a glass flower is a most delicate thing indeed; one too harsh blow, and it crumbles away into diamond dust.
the one thing that we lament about real flowers is that they aren't immortal. yet we can't deny that real flowers, meanwhile, are, well, real. glass flowers lack their authenticity - their scent, the velvet of their petals, the way they yield to even the gentlest touch... in fact just about everything that makes a flower a flower, save for its physical form. perhaps they are but brittle imitations of nature that require an unnatural amount of care.
perhaps i'm just a glass flower, fragile, and maybe even of no real use. maybe not to some, but to some others, at least.
but i guess what makes a better glass flower would be that it doesn't shatter at even the slightest pressure of a more protective touch, wouldn't it. 10:51 pm
Monday, May 04, 2009
untitled.
untitled.[shan't title this since i have no idea what to title it, as much as i have no idea what to do.]sometimes it's just so hard to put back into you the faith i have in you.it cuts so deep when you're killing yourself in front of my very eyes.it hurts even more when i feel so helpless; like everything i do doesn't seem to help, like there's nothing i can do to even make it better. but don't you ever dare ask if you should leave because you think you're ruining my life. because you're the one that has shown me what it's like to truly live.don't you ever dare ask me if i regret loving you.no matter how many tears i let fall.
i know this is a feeling that i just can't fightyou're the first and last thing on my mind;you make me wanna hold you till the morning lightyou make me wanna love, you make me wanna fallyou make me wanna surrender my soulthere's nothing much else that i want to do now; i just want to hold you close, kiss you crazyy, and make you forget all your cares in the world.because i'm happy when you are.and don't you ever forget; this is how much i love you. 8:03 pm
Sunday, May 31, 2009
flamme immortelle. flamme immortelle.instinct's never failed me before
no wonder it felt different today
somehow
the fleeting, parting goodbyes
routine, yet strangely intuitively unfamiliar
their veiling gentleness but a mere particle
of the strength of the blaze within
the almost imperceptible sliver of brightness
from a heavily lidded lantern
shutters shut.
not a goodbye, but farewell;
or so it seemed, with the break of day.
but night will fall, sooner or later:
there will be a time when this coruscating light
will have the chance to outshine even the constellations themselves
when the phoenixes will dance and put the sun to shame
last through the night they will, and soar from the effulgence
perhaps slowly, but steadily, surely
living on the holy trinity-
faith, hope, and love
an eternal flame
i love you, and i always will;
don't ever forget this.
i still remember you saying once you've shot with a gmx, there's no turning back-
well, it's the same case here, there's no more turning back for me; we're past the point of no return. only difference is, you mean so, so much more to me❤
Thursday, May 14, 2009
ordinarily extraordinary ordinarily extraordinary;
they say seven's the magic number
and that good things come in pairs
but each alone wasn't good enough
and my heart settled on twice seven elusive sleep and time spirited away
don't do justice, unfortunately
threatening to dim the promised sparkle-
it was almost a normal day
then again strong magic runs deep
ritualistically manifesting itself
making every day the magic blooms
ordinarily extraordinary
sweet memories to treasure-
a few stolen minutes
dancing shining silver hearts
and a most desperate vampire
Saturday, May 09, 2009
of glass flowers and real flowers. of glass flowers and real flowers.
glass flowers and real flowers - both equally beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
but a glass flower has a certain clarity and exquisitness that sets it apart; seen to be perfect, it is. people fall in love with its crystal depths, and its elusive sparkle that dances away when they try and catch it with their gaze. not forgetting that it could well last for forever. on the other hand, a glass flower is a most delicate thing indeed; one too harsh blow, and it crumbles away into diamond dust.
the one thing that we lament about real flowers is that they aren't immortal. yet we can't deny that real flowers, meanwhile, are, well, real. glass flowers lack their authenticity - their scent, the velvet of their petals, the way they yield to even the gentlest touch... in fact just about everything that makes a flower a flower, save for its physical form. perhaps they are but brittle imitations of nature that require an unnatural amount of care.
perhaps i'm just a glass flower, fragile, and maybe even of no real use. maybe not to some, but to some others, at least.
but i guess what makes a better glass flower would be that it doesn't shatter at even the slightest pressure of a more protective touch, wouldn't it.
Monday, May 04, 2009
untitled. untitled.[shan't title this since i have no idea what to title it, as much as i have no idea what to do.]sometimes it's just so hard to put back into you the faith i have in you.it cuts so deep when you're killing yourself in front of my very eyes.it hurts even more when i feel so helpless; like everything i do doesn't seem to help, like there's nothing i can do to even make it better. but don't you ever dare ask if you should leave because you think you're ruining my life. because you're the one that has shown me what it's like to truly live.don't you ever dare ask me if i regret loving you.no matter how many tears i let fall.
i know this is a feeling that i just can't fightyou're the first and last thing on my mind;you make me wanna hold you till the morning lightyou make me wanna love, you make me wanna fallyou make me wanna surrender my soulthere's nothing much else that i want to do now; i just want to hold you close, kiss you crazyy, and make you forget all your cares in the world.because i'm happy when you are.and don't you ever forget; this is how much i love you.
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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