if life was easy, wouldnt it be happier?
sticks and stone cant break me but words can cut me to shreds.
if i dont care, what will the world turn into.
if i didnt do all these, than its my fault again.
why cant you seem to understand,
the things i do, i do them for a reason.
"fuck care them", thats what you say.
but if i really did that,
that wouldnt be me anymore right.
so what if i'm on the school honour roll,
when you dont even bother to ask about it.
ever since i make this decision,
u couldnt be less bothered anymore.
i'm already trying my best,
but is it enough to win just a bit of approval.
"check your attitude, its getting from bad to worst"
why am i always the one getting all these?
is any of the things i do wrong at all?
trying to do my best,
to give my all,
to care.
whats wrong with being this way?
now do u ever wonder,
why am i out of the house so much?
why do i love going to camps?
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
heart talk
Listen to your heart
when she's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell her goodbye.
guess thats whats in my heart now?sometimes, somewhere
front to back or back to front.. white or black or in between.. yes or no or i dont know.. sometimes, its easier to be indifferent.. if only the world is simpler.. if only everyone dared.. if only things are much clearer..
when its only murky darkness that i see.. when there's total darkness in everything.. where's the hope for a better tomorrow?
is it that hard? or is it my own weakness? i don noe.. when the hope's too high, the fall will be high too..
when its only murky darkness that i see.. when there's total darkness in everything.. where's the hope for a better tomorrow?
is it that hard? or is it my own weakness? i don noe.. when the hope's too high, the fall will be high too..
Sunday, November 8, 2009
somewhat the truth?
But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no, ohhh
-taylor swift, you are not sorry-
sometimes, all it takes, is just a glimpse of the endless possbilities, and your mind will be spinning with all the hopes and dreams. Got to buckle down and GET MY HEAD IN THE GAME.
a wistful smile,
are all thats left,
of the words thats between us.
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no, ohhh
-taylor swift, you are not sorry-
sometimes, all it takes, is just a glimpse of the endless possbilities, and your mind will be spinning with all the hopes and dreams. Got to buckle down and GET MY HEAD IN THE GAME.
a wistful smile,
are all thats left,
of the words thats between us.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Mutterings

No matter what stuff happens, we must always remember where we come from and who we are. What we are made of inside. Our values, principles and character will shape who we are and it is these things that we must always guard properly to ensure that it is not tampered with.
Sometimes, things wouldnt go your way, and we have to deal with it but no matter what, we must always ensure that we are in control of our thoughts and emotions. Never let the situation control you.
My mind is telling me one thing, but the heart another. And the decision to listen to who will depend on the things i see, the experiences that i had been through and all these, will make the difference.
Without the right to see myself and know myself clearly, i will fall, and fall terribly. Power is one thing. But to gain all these power at the expense of people, thats so wrong. Its like a double edge sword that we must always handle with care least we cut ourself with it.
Should I or should I not? Its something to be considered as in the end, the one that will be of consequences shall be on ourself. And of course, we wouldnt want anything that will tear us apart like a rag doll.
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