Silence is what I need.

Peace is what I'm trying to seek.

Nonetheless, I've failed to compromise myself with peace after all these while. Perhaps it isn't just peace that I'm seeking for. It's about recognition, about status, about fame and power. Like just any other, I'm just trying to feed my self esteem and that ego buried beneath that feminine side of a lady.

Standing here at end of the path, I'm 17. 18 soon. It's supposed to be a flourishing age.Where a young girl's blossoming, flaunting what's inside her, beaming with glamour. But I guess, in 2005 A.D.,you'll never expect a young lady in her teens to be as innocent as those during your mum's or perhaps grandmother's period.

If Eve had resisted that temptation of an apple, I won't be able to be sit down here typing this whole thing out in total darkness, feeling utterly confused. And looking so forward to watching the whole season of Desperate Housewives again.And my girlfriends won't be perhaps by his side now praying that this might never end or staying home on a friday night feeling miserable. And all of us won't be wondering at if we're just having delusions.

Desperation.

Hunger.

I'm feeling hungry now. Mac. Cheese anyone?

Silence. Shit everyone with cheese.

Acoustics. Somehow I felt that there's something beyond this word. I woke up feeling desperately in need to resolve this term acoustics. Yet, I'm still not satisfied with the definitions I found out of it.

Words are said in a breeze. Words are said to make others feel better. Words could be said to make one feel happy.Words might hurt in moments of spite. Words might be said out of jealousy.

It doesn't cost to have a flirt.
It's dangerous to have a fling.
It's tiring to have a long term relationship.
And, it costs a bomb to have constant lavish dates.

Which would you choose?

I would go for the first one.
He would go after the second one.
She would pursue that of the third one.
And, I would love to have that last go too.

Is this the only way whereby the 2 of us could communicate?