Monday, 27 October 2008

Let go. Move on.


"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life .... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like maybe we should just be friends or how very perceptive turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination; not just in the mind, it's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
-Rose Walker


Maybe its time I stop trying and put you to a fullstop.

:)

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Monday, 20 October 2008









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Saturday, 18 October 2008

TELL ME,
TELL ME WHAT I YEARN TO HEAR.


There is a dread to my birthday.
Firstly, 'cause the person that I wanna celebrate with the most, will not be celebrating with me anymore. Secondly, it falls in between the big Os period. But that doesn't really matters cause 'm not looking forward to it at all. After living for almost 17 years, 've come to realise that there is really nothing to celebrate about in life. ('m not referring to parties though. Parties are the best damn thing.) Everything is made to punish and this planet is where we wash our sins. Explains why the good people always die first-cause they get to end these torments first.
To me, birthdays is a mere mark of another number added to your age, a start of more responsibilities, or a few more lines of crow's-feet. Birthday celebrations is like a kind of reminder from others, that you've successfully managed to survive through yet another year. Birthday presents are just consolation prizes to help you forget all these painful facts.


It's the same for all the other festivals.
Just that, birthdays is the worst of all.

Y 11:59 pm
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Saturday, 11 October 2008

Heart Vs. Brain.

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Friday, 10 October 2008

True love can ride out
the storms of life and is willing to make sacrifices.


've never felt so pathetic, ever, in my life. I ask myself, what am I doing, why am I acting like this. I really don't have to. I don't even know myself anymore. I don't even laugh to my favourite joke video anymore. I know I could just let go and move on. It's easy. So easy. Right? I just had to return to my previous self. I just need a day to keep the stuffs and bury the part of sadness in Memories...
Then the answer just occurs to me: Because I am willing to. Because 've learnt to cherish.
Do you?


Love can make you bear any kind of pain and any kind of sacrifice. It can also make you feel stupid and act stupidly. Sometimes when you love and end up giving so much of yourself, subconsciously you only discover how much you've given when the person you love hurts you or has to say goodbye.

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