so... school's starting tomorrow. i feel dispirited, somehow. but owell, it's the final year, which sadly, comes along with the A' levels and then enlisting. i wish people don't have to wish, but i wish life could steer auto-pilot and i'll resume it 3 years later. so much work to do!
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starts from:
stories of love and lost #0
stories of love and lost #1
stories of love and lost #2
after the row we had that day, i knew it was the end of our friendship... or whatever we once shared.
i mean, we did recover from the anger we had, about ten minutes after the awkward silence that ensued. what i meant to say was, we didn't fully recover from the verbal slurs we exchanged. it's like -- spilling a glass of milk and leaving the mess there. there was just too much unresolved tension. too much for us to talk about it, and too much for us to move past it. everything unraveled.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
DFTBA.
Take me to the docks, there's a ship without a name
It is sailing to the middle of the sea
The water there is deeper than anything you've ever seen
Jump right in and swim until you freeze
the boy's beanie at 0.37's fly.
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Hi, today was awesome.
It was so, so good.
chilled out at ^. Starbucks' better.
undeveloped. but: Valerie, Me, Michelle, Vivian, JiaYuan.
I think pretty much all of us changed in the past year. but it didn't stop any of us from having fun together. we're friends and we grow together. god, that's corny.
School's starting soon.
Shit.
/things to do:
1. parade around town either as a zombie or with facepaint.
/things to do:
1. parade around town either as a zombie or with facepaint.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Stories of Love And Lost #0: Gone
it's a really short, prologue-like thing. i like inspiration when it hits at 1 am. and when it comes from an amazing artist.
continues here:
stories of love and lost #1
stories of love and lost #2
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"dad, what the fuck are you doing? what the hell are you doing with your life? mom's GONE. we can't bring her back. "
he stood up and i retreated. i knew what he was going to do the moment he looked at me but i stood there, like an empty shell. i wanted him to hit me, to swing his palm right at my face, because that would resolve my decision to leave this god-forsaken house.
i cried silently; let the tears trickle down my chin. i wanted him to see me cry, to see the state he is in -- for him to hit his daughter, the only family he has left. i wanted him to see me cry because i hoped he would finally wake up.
continues here:
stories of love and lost #1
stories of love and lost #2
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"dad, what the fuck are you doing? what the hell are you doing with your life? mom's GONE. we can't bring her back. "
he stood up and i retreated. i knew what he was going to do the moment he looked at me but i stood there, like an empty shell. i wanted him to hit me, to swing his palm right at my face, because that would resolve my decision to leave this god-forsaken house.
i cried silently; let the tears trickle down my chin. i wanted him to see me cry, to see the state he is in -- for him to hit his daughter, the only family he has left. i wanted him to see me cry because i hoped he would finally wake up.
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