
i was browsin thru those old pics i took long ago
n saw tis heart frm a melon.
to think even fruits had love in em..
haiz, wat abt mine?
today, i knew emptiness has somehow build a home in my heart. dwellin deep within, i slowly began to connect wif those who lived n died for wat they believed in: to taste tranquility in an instant flash. now, i reckon if 1 hafta choose death, thr mus be enuff sadness n unworthiness on livin n if dyin was the onli way out to rid dat sufferin, its more den alrite oready.
wateva possibilities i might actualli consider voluntery death tots pangs my mind. i constantly remind myself to take a moment to ponder b4 i crack. i hope 1 day i shall see all dat loves my soul is incapable of knowin, b4 dat wrong courage spreads its wings on me first..
where is dat love now? moved on to somewhr wifout her ma? y did he neglect a heart so tender? she has no more tears left to weep. time has taken their love away. n on xmas eve, she has no1 to say goodbye, but herself.
its realli nice to noe thr r pple ard me who cares..
aft lunchie wif jo, jas n jon i felt alot better oready. it would be perfect if ling could make it though. *winkz* karen's smses cheered me up too.. hehz. n not forgettin adrian n his kind words.. 'shit happens, take it easy n kan kai abit!' lolx.. maybe tis is life ba. wifout sufferins, we can't feel the compassion!! hmm, i mus go rest nw.. drivin n more drivin tml... omg when is all tis drivin gonna end? best of luck wif yr papers von.. ^^
ps: von, i need my source therapy..
nitetime is the oways the loneliest time. every1 u love has gone to bed for a better tml. im still waitin for my dreammate come find me. im so tired. i wan to slp. grrr... i jus can't as usual. to be able to lie on the bed n doze off immediately is a luxury ive long forgotten.. pple say count sheeps helps. 2nite, i will count the stars! ha...
din rain 2nite, at least not now. 1,2,3,4....7,10 hmmm, too little to hypnotise me.
twinkle n twinkles, they look so pretty like glisterin crystals painted over the dark canvas we call nite. yet, thr's oways something depressin abt the stars for me. high high up thr stretchin across eternity. they mus be realli lonely too ba. every glances they stole upon us, every glows' like a word nvr said, stories dat would nvr be told.
although i still love starin at those stars, i noe our souls shall never meet.
幸福,
永远只存在于想象之中,
千万别去拆穿它。