15 March 2011, Monday
You are my contraband.
That is forbidden, and yet I had smuggled you into my most sacred hiding place where no one would find. I must admit denial is quite a nice place to stay, it is where you can have some [SeCrEt ImAgInAtIoN].
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
out of the heart, the mouth speaks
14 March 2011, Monday
They say, " out of the heart, the mouth speaks".
How true is that? I really doubt so.
The mouth speaks of tall, handsome, rich and successful man, but all the heart has is you, not exactly what the mouth have described, or at least not yet.
Sometimes, I wonder where and when can I see you again? If I had accepted NUS's offer, join a band despite all the struggles. and there Tadang! I will be able to see you for at least 2 years?? Oh. and the thought of playing and instrument with you has been a dream of mine(:
oh my, oh my, oh my. but then here I am, NTU, stucked with the reality that I might never see you again.
They say, " out of the heart, the mouth speaks".
How true is that? I really doubt so.
The mouth speaks of tall, handsome, rich and successful man, but all the heart has is you, not exactly what the mouth have described, or at least not yet.
Sometimes, I wonder where and when can I see you again? If I had accepted NUS's offer, join a band despite all the struggles. and there Tadang! I will be able to see you for at least 2 years?? Oh. and the thought of playing and instrument with you has been a dream of mine(:
oh my, oh my, oh my. but then here I am, NTU, stucked with the reality that I might never see you again.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
3 Dying Questions
7 March 2011, Monday
There are 3 dying questions I really wanted to ask.
1. "Were we ever real? Even just for a day."
2. "Would there be a second chance?"
3. "Do you love,". Er, I change my question. "hate me"?
There are 3 dying questions I really wanted to ask.
1. "Were we ever real? Even just for a day."
2. "Would there be a second chance?"
3. "Do you love,". Er, I change my question. "hate me"?
Friday, March 04, 2011
Calls and courage
3 March 2011, Thursday
blue-temptation.tumblr.com
my new tumblr account(: But I decided to keep this blogspot account because of the different emotional strings attached whenever I post an entry. Like a dear diary.
tumblr's quotes really worked, at least for today.
I mastered up some courage to call grandma. Yes, it is that difficult. Have you ever felt this way? You wanted to talk to someone so much, but you don't know what to talk about. I have been delaying this wanting, this call since Chinese New Year! Till tumblr suddenly appeared in my life.
Do you still remember how I first tried to talk to you? I gathered the same courage to make a call, a call for the most insensible reason. A happy birthday greeting, a BELATED birthday, to be more exact one is 1 WEEK BELATED birthday.
Behind those short minutes of calls are increased heartbeat, multiple rehearsal of speech and the actual courage to press "dial".
Call and Courage.
blue-temptation.tumblr.com
my new tumblr account(: But I decided to keep this blogspot account because of the different emotional strings attached whenever I post an entry. Like a dear diary.
tumblr's quotes really worked, at least for today.
I mastered up some courage to call grandma. Yes, it is that difficult. Have you ever felt this way? You wanted to talk to someone so much, but you don't know what to talk about. I have been delaying this wanting, this call since Chinese New Year! Till tumblr suddenly appeared in my life.
Do you still remember how I first tried to talk to you? I gathered the same courage to make a call, a call for the most insensible reason. A happy birthday greeting, a BELATED birthday, to be more exact one is 1 WEEK BELATED birthday.
Behind those short minutes of calls are increased heartbeat, multiple rehearsal of speech and the actual courage to press "dial".
Call and Courage.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Dreams
02 March 2011, Wednesday
When I couldn't see us in real,
dreams would do the threading of new memories of us.
For me.
Let's meet again, tonight.
When I couldn't see us in real,
dreams would do the threading of new memories of us.
For me.
Let's meet again, tonight.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
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