Monday, 19 March 2007
-09:28
Why do we always go out of our way to hold on to the wrong ones and let the right ones slip right through our fingers?In this life, you will meet many people, some people come then go. Others stay for awhile then take something when they leave..
You came, stayed for a while….then left, taking with you my broken heart.
I remembered the time we first met…..
I was sitting alone in the corner of the room, not knowing anyone at the party.
Then I caught sight of you and you took my breath away. Your big oval eyes sparkled with joy, your mouth widened into a smile that ended with 2 cute dimples at the end of your lovely face. When you introduced yourself, your words sounded like music to my ears, I was at a loss for words and stuttered my reply back. You just stood there and smiled at my pitiful attempt. You sat right beside me and started talking, soon you were laughing at my lame jokes and I was laughing at your even lamer jokes.We had so much in common; it was almost as if we had met in the past…
I would give anything to see you once again……
Hellos!
Despite arsenal losing 1-0 to everton, I still have the mood to update my blog. I shall talk about the first official day as a SAINT. I went to school today dressed in the extremely nice SAJC blue and white uniform, unfortunately, it was like raining/pouring/giant crying. Lucky I met zhilun and his friends on the bus so can share umbrella with them then no need to get so wet.
In school the whole day was doing admin stuff which is of course super INTERESTING. It captured 100% of my attention. LIKE REAL.
So after school go home then go cycling the after go church for cell. After cell I go send my RFL club member home. HAHAHAA.
I am now sitting in front of the computer listening to oldies that have such thought provoking lyrics, unlike modern tunes that have no moral values and just repeatedly blast repeated no meaning words and nonsensical stuff into teenagers ears. In the oldies it was always talking about a missed chance in love, a past love that returns, a longing for someone that is aready gone. The lyrics put you in a mood to sit at the computer and stone here, thinking about life and what has life brought upon us thus far in 17 years.
Some may have enjoyed a carefree 17 or more or less years of existence, all the needs provided for, a complete family and wonderful parents.
Yet some people do not know how to appreciate what they have infront of their very eyes. They are often disgruntled with minor things such as the having the same thing for lunch in a week. They demand variety from their poor mothers and yet when the poor mum whips up something nice and new, they look at it with distaste, their eyes hooded, mouths upturned and pushing the bowl away without a second glance. This people have it all in their lives, food, parents, house, yet they will never learn to appreciate how blessed they truly are. Compared to the homeless, foodless, shoeless, clotheless children in Africa, the pampered lot of Singaporean’s have yet to suffer.
Ok. I don’t know why I ranted about that. HAHA
Thursday, 15 March 2007
-05:53
Way Back Into LOVE..
I've been living with a shadow over head
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed
I've been lonely for so long
Trapped in the past I just can't seem to move on
I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
Just in case I ever need
I've been setting aside time
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind
All I wanna do is find a way back into love
I can't make it true without a way back into love
Oh oh
I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine
I've been searching but I just don't see the signs
I know that it's out there
There's gotta be something for my soul somewhere
I've been looking for someone to shed some light
Not somebody just to get me through the night
I could use some direction
And I'm open to your suggestions
All I wanna do is find a way back into love
I can't make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart again
I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end
There are moments when I don't know if it's real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration not just another negotiation
All I wanna do is find a way back into love
I can't make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart to you
I'm hoping you'll show me what to do
And if you help me decide again
You know that I'll be there for you in the end
Oh oh
Wednesday, 14 March 2007
-10:25
“And as I stand here looking at you, I wonder if there will ever be a day when I will get over your smile…when I will let go of the hugs you gave me, that I continue to feel. A day when I forget the words you said to me…forget what you meant to me, or forget how much I love you. But no matter what you did to me, or whatever happens to us…I know I could never get over, let go, or forget you.”
Hellos!!!
Due to recent complaints that I have not been updating my nice nice emo emo emo superemo blog according to many many people, I have decided to post 1 entry that is not that emo.
On Monday was JARED’s 17 birthday. The birthday committee arrived at the chalet to decorate the place and do all the usual stuff. The chalet was rather big but the whole place reeked of dogshit all over man. Had lots of fun at his party including a 17 year old guy pillow fight, abit with the includence of a 1 marcus, who is underaged and did not sign a consent form.
Tuesday was the first day of our CIA retreat. We checked into this budget hotel called FRAGRANCE HOTEL apparently the hotel lived up to its name. the second floor in which I room was located reeked with some kind of apparent disgusting odour which I cannot find the words to describe. After we checked in the cell retreat begin in full swing. I headed out with my group to complete the amazing navigation of the little India. I am pleased to announce that we won that race..
At night we played cards and watched the romantic movie music and lyrics that had all the ladies in the cell crooning “ so sweet. Awww etc” whenever hugh grant did something romantic.
So that sums up the retreat for ya…………..
Thank You for loving me
It's hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There's no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The sky's a different blue
Cross my heart
I wear no disguise
If I tried, you'd make believe
That you believed my lies
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me
Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
When I couldn't fly
Oh, you gave me wings
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
Friday, 2 March 2007
-10:05
Day by day he longed for her,
Every thought he thought was of her,
“Why did things turn out this way?” he would ask, with every passing day....
One month ago today he was happy as a lark,
But now he goes to the movies or maybe to the park,
And walks over to the same old seat where they sat,
Alone in his soul, alone in the cold.
The warm memories come flodding back,
Of the day that they met,
But to him today’s just another day....
He goes to parties,
They all gather 'round him and seem to know his name,
They laugh, tell a few jokes, but it still doesn't ease his pain,
He can't hide from the memory,
even though day after day he’s tried,
He keeps saying “she'll be back”, but today again he’s lied....
He sees her face everywhere he goes,
Down the street they walked,
on the screen of the picture show they watched,
He hears her voice as the cold winds blow,
like the sweet music on the radio....
As another day comes to an end,
He’s looking' for a letter or something'
Anything that she would send,
But he’s left with nothing but a memory,
The thought of having her in the palm of his hand - faded into eternity.....
All most every morning
He'd stare out of the window,
And think of where she might be,
He’s written her letters,
That he'd like to send,
If she would just send one to him....
