sad but true

chinese new year has lost its fun and meaning ever since I stepped into Singapore.
or maybe occasions like this only appear exciting to the young ones.
and the adults just pretend that it was as exciting as it was when they had less responsibilities to bear.

infested

when opportunity strikes, they will infest

the tiny greedy ones

not even a hesitation to think

how does it feel being the prey

one step at a time

i look ahead of me
this flight of stairs that is so overwhelming
counting the number of steps I have to take
i feel powerless and afraid
and ahead of me
i see the steps getting steeper
it's so difficult to continue, I thought
i fear i may fall and weep
but there's this voice in my head
'take one step at a time' he said
'and you'll make it through'
somehow i'm not sure why
but i trust him

random thoughts

ok.. in the previous post, i was being a bitch.
i thought about it.. and picked up the shattered pieces
and put them back together :)

you know, life is short. And being young is once in a lifetime.
listen to your heart
and maybe for once you'll be contented.

and so she said

sorry but insensitivity from someone important gets into me...

funny how ironic the sentence seems to me

Shattered

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Until The Moss Had Reached Our Lives

by christopher peters

loaded

finding it hard to keep up with design, another 4 mods, revit, hall activities and friends at the same time.
what's worse is that tutorials havent even started.
yes. i will definitely age faster this sem.

first look

when people first take a look into a pond
they see the reflection of themselves, they see the reflection of the sun above
casting beautiful shadows through the canopy of the trees
and they like what they see
then they begin to look deeper
and start noticing the ugly moss that grew at the bottom of the pond
and the mud and sometimes just darkness
and they did not like what they see
and they wish that the bottom of the pond
looks just as beautiful as the surface
what they do not realise however
is that beauty cannot exist without the horrid
and light cannot exist without the dark
and that the relationship between the two extremes
forms a complete entity
:)

a knock on the door

she was in her room
and the door was closed
although it was dark and small, she felt comfortable
and cosy
she was alone
with her work as her company
she looked out of the window
she saw people passing by
some smiled at her
some stopped by for a chat
some just walked
and walked
she was absorbed in her work when there was a knock on the door
and her heart skipped a beat
she turned towards the door
then came the knock again
she couldnt see who was knocking
she hesitated
not knowing whether to open the door
she could hear her name being called gently
behind the door
the voice was assuring and harmless
she reached out for the handle
then she stopped again
she couldnt decide
she couldnt decide whether she wanted to see
who was behind the door
she just couldnt

all the little things

when it becomes a routine
you'll begin to take it for granted
all the little things

creatures of habit

aren't we?

my best friend and i

choices

sometimes i feel that life is like an unfamiliar journey that has no turning back.
the path you choose will definitely bring you somewhere but you'll never know what you may encounter along the way.
sometimes the path may be filled with sharp rocks which hurt the soles of your feet.
and you may weep.
but you know that you want to carry on because that's the destination you are heading to.
sometimes you do something wrong, something that is just not right.
but you still carry on with it despite your conscience.
sometimes you'll reach a crossroad where your path intersects with someone else's.
you may then choose to travel alone or with a company that could make your journey seem easier
or harder.
and when it gets more difficult to bear, you may choose to part or carry on because of the times you've spent together.
or also because you are afraid to travel alone again.
then you look towards your left
and your right
and you'll see others
like you
travelling their own paths.
and it makes you happy because at least for now their paths are parallel to yours.
but you know no matter how similar their paths are to yours, it is never the same.
and sometimes you do wonder
whether you regret making the decision
to travel alone.

alone

have you ever had this feeling that you're alone although your friends are around you?
cos sometimes i do
sometimes i really need someone to talk to.. and i look at those people on my msn..
somehow i cant make myself click on any of them to initiate the conversation.
maybe that's a sign that i'm about to venture into the outside world.
that there's no such thing as true friends?
maybe more of convenient friends.

niwei.. its just a feeling
and it may not be true

bored

i have hockey training 8-10 am tomorrow at delta.
that means i'll have to wake up at 7 am!
and i dunno why i still don't feel like sleeping.
and i'll regret it tomorrow morning the minute i see those huge eyebags in the mirror.

feeling pretty awkward with him now.
i mean, i know i cherish the friendship and all..
but it's just so weird.
maybe it takes time.
anyway, i've put it behind me.
so wat the hell

2nd entry

I was looking at the pics of Jun and I.
And I realized, like what he told me before, I did smile differently in those pics.
Somehow my smile looked genuine and happy.
And because of that, I looked nicer in those pics taken with him as compared to those without him haha!
I guess it’s due to the inner radiant glow that is released only when you’re with the person you love =)

1st post

This is my first entry.
Of a blog that is created on the day my bf and I decided to part.
We’ve been together for 3 years 9 months and every moment I spent with him was indeed a collection of memories that will be etched in my mind.
And that’s the end of my first entry.