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[24 Feb 2010|02:14am] |
She pampers me with the littlest surprises,
takes water for me when I'm too lazy,
hold my hand when we cross the road,
twirls;
She says she'll take care of me for a very long time,
kisses my tears away when I cry,
hugs me when I say something cute,
cups my face just because,
dimples;
She lies by my side and sleep,
arms around me some nights,
words about me on many others,
moves within for one,
love;
She still holds my arm when I scream,
gave me roses and sings,
gave me her jacket during cold movies,
touch my lips so she could,
hear;
She hears me vent my anger,
irritation knows no bounds but
she's there still,
to twine fingers and dissipate,
hate;
She thought of suicide and cried,
I held her and say
"i'll never break your heart"
and she was about to cease crying I,
sang the words we know by heart.
"Sing to me slowly the words that you wrote me each line racing through your mind, will you wait for me, after I fall asleep?"
I have the best girlfriend in the world.
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| A long time affair; |
[31 Jan 2009|02:05am] |
There's an urgent desire to come and see how the other side of the world is doing.
And hello. It has been more than a while, more than a while to sort things out get priorities right.
To grow.
I fancy that I have grown, just but a little dear, a little. All the petty angst of yesteryear and the many years before, paled in comparison to challenges ahead of me, academically, emotionally, and spiritually, that I eagerly yet with a heavy heart looked to.
I fancy myself to be more calm and compose, more rational than hasty, more... numb to changes than over reactive.
Mm changes are not always like what it seems to be, maybe I have changed yet many parts of me had not, and as much as I want to scrub away the teenage years, remnants, like that of morning breath, still remains.
Life has been quite nondescript for the past months, passing in a blur with countable exceptions. Or has it? Places I visited and left with a piece of me attached, disengaging myself from the people that seek and destroy.
What have I been doing with my life the past two years? Too much to say, yet too insignificant to type it out too. Well for starters I am a tutor.
I find the joy in passing knowledge to others. I would not be conceited to say that I have the talent to teach, but just... a connection with these poor deprived dying students who needed some light in the dark tunnel.
I'm just that tiny tungsten bulb you find in Science lab, but better something than nothing, no?
I went places that disheartened as well as enlightened, forged memories I longed to forget and yearn to recall. It had been a whirlwind years that welcome adulthood, with the additional burden of responsibility and all the adult words that meant to belittle and scare those who are not in. Met people I want to hold on to until the day I die and people I wish I could shake off.
Of unneeded undeserved adoration and adulation from a perfect man I was stupid enough to throw just so I could chase shadows, intangible.
Hurr, BSc in Economics And Mathematics I love, yet I don't know the path after. Analyst? Maybe. Or continue to study and be oblivious to the working world that I abhorred (I don't count tutoring as work, no CPF). Baggage in the form of classmates needs to be thrown, yet they clung on so so stubbornly.
It felt faintly odd to be typing on an unfamiliar layout, unaccustomed to the stark whiteness and of the cluttered whatzits quite unnerved me. But I'll get used to it. Never knew why I felt compelled to come back here but when I do, there's the heady rush of memories that hit me, rush of memories of that far distant time where I had not much care.
Oddities of life. I don't know when else I'll be dropping by but something in my bones say it would be soon, fairly soon enough.
(:
"How sure are you that I can fix you?"
"I don't know if you're qualified to fix, and I'm not even sure how they're fixed,
But let's just say, I'm one of a kind (: "
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[03 Dec 2006|03:09pm] |
It's belated but
FUCKEN A'S ARE OVER.
Haha. Talk about late. Anyway it's just two weeks that exams have ended. Days practically aeroplaned by can. Made busy with many dates, outings, soccer and everything else that takes time. I'm enjoying life while I can, before I start work (probably the Starbucks Mab told me about) and start fretting my hair off about results.
I don't know what to update here, just that it'll be next month when I uodate again. As rare as the blue moon. (: thing's have been quite going my way, punctuated with happy moments with you. But anyway.
I NEED CASH. AND MORE TIME.
Thank you and good night.
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| uno. |
[23 Oct 2006|12:08pm] |
More than a month ago. Haha my blog screamed of neglect. Oh dear.
Prelims was ok. Surprisingly gotten most improved but oh well. Must be the lousy Midyears that made me seem so... improved. HAHA. My life had been dull and dreary and all I ever want (and need) to do is study, hit the books, catch up on nonsensical sleep and study. My God, it's so monotonous I'd die. It's really tough you know, when the mind says that you got to study and the body just whine (angie style) NOOOOO. AH.
Studying had been a priority, and I'm really not liking it, but it'll be over in less than a month's time. And a month isn't that long I should say.
Put aside my MJ (mugger) counterpart. Anyway tomorrow is Hari Raya. The upcoming A's kind of dampen whatever Raya spirit's left (although we tried to uplift it by blasting Raya songs at B4-11) but hell. Means cash comes in, and I can see my relatives, both known and unknown. Yea the family's so big, I could stand side by side those distant cousins and not know we're related. Blame our great grandparents for sexing too much and producing soccer teams ok. Maybe pictures up on lj sometime, its been few light years since I've put up anything colourful here. Ah well. (:
It's been nice to know that no major downs on the 17th of this month. Curing, the scab is healing. Yay. ((: Spring cleaning my room wasn't any fun, I manged to unearth one of my (many) old poems as usual, with long-forgotten letters and written convos. Haha!
Some people don't understand rejection, do they? Go awaaay.
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