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(:
Monday, November 16, 2009
the pruning of the rose.
"you asked me why roses should bloom, if they just hurt the ones they bloom for. and i replied; if you treat them with love and gentleness, you'll never be hurt, and they'll bloom all the prettier."but some roses get honestly depressed when they do. some get so tired of causing hurt all the time they just wilt.you said it yourself; you have to treat roses with love and gentleness. i don't suppose, though - when a wayward rose refuses to grow the way you want it to, and you end up strangulating it just to bend it to your will [and goodness knows how many cuts you've got there], i don't suppose you realised it could feel guilty.enough to wish it was never made this way. enough to wish it could be like some common daisy, without any thorns at all. enough to wish it never had the capacity to hurt anyone.enough to hate the very things that define its fundamental existence. enough to want to kill them all off.no more thorns. no more strong-willed heart of fiery red. no more unyielding stem that snaps in too strong a thunderstorm. and perhaps best of all, no more leaves that collect rainwater.who cares if after all that, it isn't even a rose anymore. it'll give you anything you want, even if it ruins itself entirely.and i guess you never need to know; i don't count the tears anyway.goodbye high-spirited crazy rose;hello meek spineless daisy. 10:20 pm
Monday, November 16, 2009
the pruning of the rose. "you asked me why roses should bloom, if they just hurt the ones they bloom for. and i replied; if you treat them with love and gentleness, you'll never be hurt, and they'll bloom all the prettier."but some roses get honestly depressed when they do. some get so tired of causing hurt all the time they just wilt.you said it yourself; you have to treat roses with love and gentleness. i don't suppose, though - when a wayward rose refuses to grow the way you want it to, and you end up strangulating it just to bend it to your will [and goodness knows how many cuts you've got there], i don't suppose you realised it could feel guilty.enough to wish it was never made this way. enough to wish it could be like some common daisy, without any thorns at all. enough to wish it never had the capacity to hurt anyone.enough to hate the very things that define its fundamental existence. enough to want to kill them all off.no more thorns. no more strong-willed heart of fiery red. no more unyielding stem that snaps in too strong a thunderstorm. and perhaps best of all, no more leaves that collect rainwater.who cares if after all that, it isn't even a rose anymore. it'll give you anything you want, even if it ruins itself entirely.and i guess you never need to know; i don't count the tears anyway.goodbye high-spirited crazy rose;hello meek spineless daisy.
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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