Life has been quite unsettling,imagined yourself being bring back to the very first few days of your nursery school days. They tend to have many awkward moments and pauses as trying to figure out.True,I am still feel a little out of place, and sometimes more terrified that i dare to admit.Much has been said it is the first impression that make it count,and one chance to BINGO. Who knows what kind of footprints or impress i have left since the days back,perhaps years.
There are this black and white corners where pain and regret kept.Maybe you can try everything to save it,or just watch it burn infront of you. Though i think that the reality will always weigh you down,and have to react differently,as there is always a price to be paid.
Come across this quote-In life you will realise that there is a purpose for everybody you meet.Some people are there to test you,some will use you,some will teach you,and some who bring out the best on you.
Yling.....
Saturday, 27 October 2012
Wednesday, 2 May 2012
Thursday, 8 March 2012
2012
I always wonder why bird stay in the same place when they can fly. Then I ask myself the same question
Every person need a best friend to make her laugh when she think she will never laugh again. Forget what hurt you in the past but never forget what it taught you.
Every person need a best friend to make her laugh when she think she will never laugh again. Forget what hurt you in the past but never forget what it taught you.
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
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If life is so damn fuck, you fuck it up higher!
What will make me smile now is not the boy in gym i can see each day, but is lying down on my bed knowing i have no deadlines, test, presentation to rush.
This is the way to say 'fuck you' to pharmacy sometimes.
I hate the way you drive my life.
What will make me smile now is not the boy in gym i can see each day, but is lying down on my bed knowing i have no deadlines, test, presentation to rush.
This is the way to say 'fuck you' to pharmacy sometimes.
I hate the way you drive my life.
Sunday, 13 March 2011
Circle of life
Greeting cards from the loves
Wow. Time really does fly. And so do many things in our lives. That is the reason why is it called the circle of life. It always doesn't have a starting and an ending point. The same apply to friends. They come and they go.Looking back through my contact list, i am actually know who i still keep in touch with but how many friendships were just remain the same again as last time. But we keep them as our treasure loves, once they are kept they are meant to be stay.
Notice board from Jeanie
Isn't it good to have someone serenade you to sleep? =P
The great new companion-vivian =)
Conversations with people always contain simple messages and meeting with new friend is always lovely with the late night chit-chat and warm concerns.
Last but not least, a simple AWESOME messages from the housemates.
Erm...perhaps she will never know that i can put her photos here actually beside fb. xD
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Pink and purple
You are,
sunken
drunken
Hungry for sparks
an appetite for memory
Tell me your way of sorrows
the explosion
loud and vivid
is a sudden burst of heartbreak of a hollow glow
Me
breathe
the color of envy
trouble thoughts and tired mind
one year in every summer
I manage it
the sour inhales
vanish into bubbles
You dip to the city of romance
the sparkle and scent of brand new place
with an abandoned hug
She alone
bleed and burn
for the hearing of heart
it melts to a shriek
She turn for the bleeding air
dark as the mystery of a daydream
lost for some moment
The second time for she
to last it out and not come back at all
shut into an edgy
As you cannot find
and will not fight
a way for this
She is consumed
don't let the moment slip
as is hanging by your heartbeat
the forgetful that give on those ledges
sunken
drunken
Hungry for sparks
an appetite for memory
Tell me your way of sorrows
the explosion
loud and vivid
is a sudden burst of heartbreak of a hollow glow
Me
breathe
the color of envy
trouble thoughts and tired mind
one year in every summer
I manage it
the sour inhales
vanish into bubbles
You dip to the city of romance
the sparkle and scent of brand new place
with an abandoned hug
a demand that diverge
a spoken sympathy for now
She alone
bleed and burn
for the hearing of heart
it melts to a shriek
She turn for the bleeding air
dark as the mystery of a daydream
lost for some moment
The second time for she
to last it out and not come back at all
shut into an edgy
As you cannot find
and will not fight
a way for this
She is consumed
don't let the moment slip
as is hanging by your heartbeat
the forgetful that give on those ledges
Sunday, 20 February 2011
bla bla bla
Better days are coming. I can feel it. At least i survived through this 5 days lab straight this week. Will probably collapse to the bed after each day.
Life has been humdrum. Sometimes when I study or attend boring classes I just feel like screaming out loud. Information just wouldn't absorb, and with all the long hours and stupid labs I get frustrated with myself easily. And ended up hitting the gym to release all these anger out, getting lost in good looking boy or whatever that i actually can being in peace with myself.
I hate studying. I hate it. But i love learning. Is different! For me this two are different, like so much.Fucking shit that i am always doing the former one than the second.
Crap crap crap soon.I am going to my dreamland again with the boy images. Dot dot dot....
Life has been humdrum. Sometimes when I study or attend boring classes I just feel like screaming out loud. Information just wouldn't absorb, and with all the long hours and stupid labs I get frustrated with myself easily. And ended up hitting the gym to release all these anger out, getting lost in good looking boy or whatever that i actually can being in peace with myself.
I hate studying. I hate it. But i love learning. Is different! For me this two are different, like so much.Fucking shit that i am always doing the former one than the second.
Crap crap crap soon.I am going to my dreamland again with the boy images. Dot dot dot....
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