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(:
Saturday, September 26, 2009
absolute, humming silence.
silence (n). absence of sound, speech.synonyms: blackout, calm, censorship, dead air, death, dumbness, hush, hush-hush, inarticulateness, iron curtain, laconism, lull, muteness, noiselessness, peace, quiescence, quiet, quietness, quietude, quietus, reserve, reticence, saturninity, secrecy, sleep, speechlessness, still, stillness, sulk, sullenness, taciturnity, uncommunicativeness.antonyms: clamor, communication, noise, talk.-- from thesaurus.com. i used to look at pictures of glaciers and wish i could have their eternal peace; their grand, majestic, yet somehow seemingly carefree aura. but i never realised how agonising it must be, to be one. when every moment feels like you're frozen at that point in time; you're trapped there, you can't move. when everything feels so frigid even your very heart's turned icywhen the sun's warm rays have turned into mere pretentious, indifferent glareswhen your consciousness slips away, in little subtle shredswhen you feel like letting everything go and the darkness engulf you in its tearswhen all that keeps you moving, in painful slow motionis the piercing cold that bleeds you so the pain keeps you awake.--------i've had a really terrible week.it's honestly very demoralising to feel like an absolute waste of space; to have people tell you how annoying or useless you are.i'm sick of itsick of crying my eyes out every daysick of having almost no one to talk to just to keep the sanity, because i seem to have pissed everyone that matters off. in fact i wonder, if tuesday wasn't my birthday, whether i would have spent one more day in tears, feeling utterly.. idk. wretched. depressed. idk.it's almost lost its significance when you look at the week as a whole, anyway.but i suppose it doesn't matter already. i'm numbed to feeling like i never matter to anyone half the time.promises are getting harder to keep; the irony in that the promises to not do anything idiotic literally are killing me figuratively to keep.too bad, right.
perhaps locking myself up in my room would be better. i'm going. 8:00 pm
Saturday, September 26, 2009
absolute, humming silence. silence (n). absence of sound, speech.synonyms: blackout, calm, censorship, dead air, death, dumbness, hush, hush-hush, inarticulateness, iron curtain, laconism, lull, muteness, noiselessness, peace, quiescence, quiet, quietness, quietude, quietus, reserve, reticence, saturninity, secrecy, sleep, speechlessness, still, stillness, sulk, sullenness, taciturnity, uncommunicativeness.antonyms: clamor, communication, noise, talk.-- from thesaurus.com. i used to look at pictures of glaciers and wish i could have their eternal peace; their grand, majestic, yet somehow seemingly carefree aura. but i never realised how agonising it must be, to be one. when every moment feels like you're frozen at that point in time; you're trapped there, you can't move. when everything feels so frigid even your very heart's turned icywhen the sun's warm rays have turned into mere pretentious, indifferent glareswhen your consciousness slips away, in little subtle shredswhen you feel like letting everything go and the darkness engulf you in its tearswhen all that keeps you moving, in painful slow motionis the piercing cold that bleeds you so the pain keeps you awake.--------i've had a really terrible week.it's honestly very demoralising to feel like an absolute waste of space; to have people tell you how annoying or useless you are.i'm sick of itsick of crying my eyes out every daysick of having almost no one to talk to just to keep the sanity, because i seem to have pissed everyone that matters off. in fact i wonder, if tuesday wasn't my birthday, whether i would have spent one more day in tears, feeling utterly.. idk. wretched. depressed. idk.it's almost lost its significance when you look at the week as a whole, anyway.but i suppose it doesn't matter already. i'm numbed to feeling like i never matter to anyone half the time.promises are getting harder to keep; the irony in that the promises to not do anything idiotic literally are killing me figuratively to keep.too bad, right.
perhaps locking myself up in my room would be better. i'm going.
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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