I woke up feeling depressed today. I wonder why men are so vulnerable. Or I'm the only vulnerable one?
The Great Depression.
Reminds me of Mrs Fong with that bob hairstyle. I even remembered she made me, Jasline and Vivian (if I never remembered wrongly) run the whole level cause we were caught sleeping during her class.Oh man, it was fun though. At least it's perhaps one of the memories I ever collected that recorded I was being punished. I'm afterall a good student who just only and always flunks her tests and papers in school. I hate Chinese even though i can speak and write fluently in that language. And I hate Physics even though I just love the way how Pandian labelled us as the 'Girl Gang'.
I love my school. I love my friends. I love everything about Nan Hua except those irritating exams. And I hated the fact that I got an A2 for my mother tongue and from Madam Yong's point of view, considered as ATROCIOUS!
I realized that when I'm feeling depressed, I will never fail to reminisce about my past.
I'm just afraid I'll lose my balance while either strolling or rushing cross that shaky path to what future awaits for me.Everything just seems so far away. Just like how JH phrases it, he'll never understand me. And like how I phrase it, I don't even understand myself, how the hell will he or even anyone understand me.
That's why I love mirrors. To smile at my image, to cry with my image, to complain to my image, to share practically everything with her. Just to find out what's wrong with me.
Here I am typing out my thoughts when something caught my interest. A notebook of literature works.
Poetry! Anyone interested? I'm not a humans or arts person. But I guess my brother is. I browsed through it and in fact started reading them. As a matter of factly, romance was the theme for this book I've got in my hands.
- Cold - credits to bro.
She is gone; as of the grandeur of the majestic mountains,
The fountains and streams lay still,
as a dark mask hung
in the cold bright sky.
As the sunbeams kiss the earth,
I sat quietly
Pondering how I can no longer soar.
As I sing in solitude,
What for the moonbeams caress the lands?
If she kiss me not.
All but illusion,
I tried to cross the paths into your heart.
Never did i realise
How windy,
How frosty,
How icy,
But I will still try.
Unlock my heart,
Unlock that path.
Hmm...
I've always taught my brother to be aware of girls, especially materialistic girls. And of course, girls who are damn realistic. But somehow he fell in love with one or the other, and ended up hurt?
For you information, his favourite track on the move is still James Blunt's 'You're Beautiful' . What the fcuk! I'm getting sick of that song.
But I understand. I've been through that stage of life and I just hate reminiscing all that cause what I did, or all of us did was simply foolish. C H I L D I S H !
I guess it's really all but an illusion for all of us. We were once blinded by our delusions. Yet, we are still blinded by 'em today. I guess I'm in no rights to question anyone else. Cause perhaps, who knows one of these days, I might be one of those stupid idiots.
So ya trying to tell me that she's happy that he broke up with xxx but she's no longer interested in him and you wish badly that your crush will break up with his girlfriend when you're no longer interested in him and I want so badly for him to spill his confessions yet I'm really no longer interested in him?
The thought of what I said makes me laugh. The thought of how contradicting the 3 of us makes me wonder we always try to hide the truth yet we could even see through what's on our minds.
I'm neither seventeen nor eighteen. I'm still in my teens. I still have my rights to throw tantrums and of course be childish.
I miss muacksbaby. I miss si jie mei. I miss shan and guides. I miss nan hua peeps. I miss tb12. I miss 4/4. I miss nhss graduating batch of 03. I miss OLH. I miss swimmies. I miss my primary peeps. I miss my dear soon hui. I miss that fickle JH. I miss rebz , jie, ting. I miss my nudgejiemei. I miss my shi qing hua yi partner. I miss my kenny. I miss my animal family. I miss my tutukueh family. I miss the Physics Frog. I miss my attractive shit. I miss...I miss...I miss...xxx.
The Great Depression.
Reminds me of Mrs Fong with that bob hairstyle. I even remembered she made me, Jasline and Vivian (if I never remembered wrongly) run the whole level cause we were caught sleeping during her class.Oh man, it was fun though. At least it's perhaps one of the memories I ever collected that recorded I was being punished. I'm afterall a good student who just only and always flunks her tests and papers in school. I hate Chinese even though i can speak and write fluently in that language. And I hate Physics even though I just love the way how Pandian labelled us as the 'Girl Gang'.
I love my school. I love my friends. I love everything about Nan Hua except those irritating exams. And I hated the fact that I got an A2 for my mother tongue and from Madam Yong's point of view, considered as ATROCIOUS!
I realized that when I'm feeling depressed, I will never fail to reminisce about my past.
I'm just afraid I'll lose my balance while either strolling or rushing cross that shaky path to what future awaits for me.Everything just seems so far away. Just like how JH phrases it, he'll never understand me. And like how I phrase it, I don't even understand myself, how the hell will he or even anyone understand me.
That's why I love mirrors. To smile at my image, to cry with my image, to complain to my image, to share practically everything with her. Just to find out what's wrong with me.
Here I am typing out my thoughts when something caught my interest. A notebook of literature works.
Poetry! Anyone interested? I'm not a humans or arts person. But I guess my brother is. I browsed through it and in fact started reading them. As a matter of factly, romance was the theme for this book I've got in my hands.
- Cold - credits to bro.
She is gone; as of the grandeur of the majestic mountains,
The fountains and streams lay still,
as a dark mask hung
in the cold bright sky.
As the sunbeams kiss the earth,
I sat quietly
Pondering how I can no longer soar.
As I sing in solitude,
What for the moonbeams caress the lands?
If she kiss me not.
All but illusion,
I tried to cross the paths into your heart.
Never did i realise
How windy,
How frosty,
How icy,
But I will still try.
Unlock my heart,
Unlock that path.
Hmm...
I've always taught my brother to be aware of girls, especially materialistic girls. And of course, girls who are damn realistic. But somehow he fell in love with one or the other, and ended up hurt?
For you information, his favourite track on the move is still James Blunt's 'You're Beautiful' . What the fcuk! I'm getting sick of that song.
But I understand. I've been through that stage of life and I just hate reminiscing all that cause what I did, or all of us did was simply foolish. C H I L D I S H !
I guess it's really all but an illusion for all of us. We were once blinded by our delusions. Yet, we are still blinded by 'em today. I guess I'm in no rights to question anyone else. Cause perhaps, who knows one of these days, I might be one of those stupid idiots.
So ya trying to tell me that she's happy that he broke up with xxx but she's no longer interested in him and you wish badly that your crush will break up with his girlfriend when you're no longer interested in him and I want so badly for him to spill his confessions yet I'm really no longer interested in him?
The thought of what I said makes me laugh. The thought of how contradicting the 3 of us makes me wonder we always try to hide the truth yet we could even see through what's on our minds.
I'm neither seventeen nor eighteen. I'm still in my teens. I still have my rights to throw tantrums and of course be childish.
I miss muacksbaby. I miss si jie mei. I miss shan and guides. I miss nan hua peeps. I miss tb12. I miss 4/4. I miss nhss graduating batch of 03. I miss OLH. I miss swimmies. I miss my primary peeps. I miss my dear soon hui. I miss that fickle JH. I miss rebz , jie, ting. I miss my nudgejiemei. I miss my shi qing hua yi partner. I miss my kenny. I miss my animal family. I miss my tutukueh family. I miss the Physics Frog. I miss my attractive shit. I miss...I miss...I miss...xxx.

