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, February 24, 2010
self-portraits.
it's been like the millionth time in a while that i realise again that whenever i post anything it's only to put the bad, sad times into words, just to get it all off my heart. although it's in no way a close portrayal of what the emotions paint, but who cares anyway.i told myself, once, that i should stop posting when i'm sad and post when i'm happy, before someone actually calls up the counsellor and dumps me in for counselling or whatever; but now i realise that that's almost impossible. since no one reads this any more, i think. it's practically become my personal diary, but i guess...it's good, perhaps. [although i can't decide if that means you've just stopped caring about the state of my heart any more. it doesn't matter to me now, i guess you're too busy for this already. i guess i don't mind.]i suppose if you asked me how i'm measuring my life right now, it's not by the blogposts. my msn nicks are more accurate portrayals of what i'm feeling; since it changes with my moods instantaneously. maybe i should just keep logs of when i change them; it'd make more sense.and it'd record far happier moments; the ones i really miss.though it probably wouldn't mean less of all the tears, heartbreak, and bleakness.because i haven't had a fully happy pm in ages. look closer; even the ones that seem like they came from my sunshine facade have double meanings.tell me, will you - what is wrong with me nowadays, that you entirely have me at your mercy?when you bother talking to me again, that is. i doubt it'll be tonight. or tomorrow or saturday or sunday. maybe not even monday. maybe not for the whole week. goodness knows; and i can only wait, as everything reminds me of...everything we had (still have?). 9:30 pm
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
self-portraits. it's been like the millionth time in a while that i realise again that whenever i post anything it's only to put the bad, sad times into words, just to get it all off my heart. although it's in no way a close portrayal of what the emotions paint, but who cares anyway.i told myself, once, that i should stop posting when i'm sad and post when i'm happy, before someone actually calls up the counsellor and dumps me in for counselling or whatever; but now i realise that that's almost impossible. since no one reads this any more, i think. it's practically become my personal diary, but i guess...it's good, perhaps. [although i can't decide if that means you've just stopped caring about the state of my heart any more. it doesn't matter to me now, i guess you're too busy for this already. i guess i don't mind.]i suppose if you asked me how i'm measuring my life right now, it's not by the blogposts. my msn nicks are more accurate portrayals of what i'm feeling; since it changes with my moods instantaneously. maybe i should just keep logs of when i change them; it'd make more sense.and it'd record far happier moments; the ones i really miss.though it probably wouldn't mean less of all the tears, heartbreak, and bleakness.because i haven't had a fully happy pm in ages. look closer; even the ones that seem like they came from my sunshine facade have double meanings.tell me, will you - what is wrong with me nowadays, that you entirely have me at your mercy?when you bother talking to me again, that is. i doubt it'll be tonight. or tomorrow or saturday or sunday. maybe not even monday. maybe not for the whole week. goodness knows; and i can only wait, as everything reminds me of...everything we had (still have?).
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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