Dear E, G and you,

“At your saddest moments (may there never be any), you can kick the sidewalks, yell at people and curse the stars. It’s okay. I will quietly pick up your pieces to be placed in envelopes before repair. I will stand in front of the people you shout at to receive their retaliation. I will gently remind you that the stars are symbols of hope (that are already gone).

I will not call it a tantrum. I am not them.”

I’ll be here if you need someone, be it a hug, to talk to, or just listen

Pills?

“And because I can’t swim, I hold my breath and let myself sink, waiting for your flood waters to recede. They’ll leave a trail of debris in their wake (you always do), but I don’t care anymore. I just want to breathe again.”

- Lady Gray

They call it moving on.

“Yesterday, I fought and stuttered. Yesterday, I fumbled and stalled. Yesterday, I held on until there was nothing left. But today, I let go. Because today, I realised I can shine without you.”

For broken bones will mend and memories will fade, this heartache will soon be gone. It’s amazing how much pain the human heart can take, no? Time heals everything. And as for the wretched hollow and endless inbetween, we wait it out. After all, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Reunion dinner with my childhood family friends today It’s really amazing how we’ve transformed from little giggly girls and pudgy boys to eyeliner ladies and real men. I remember the days where we would drive up to Malaysia together, have breakfast (most of the time, wanton noodles) by the road side and fried oyster for supper at the food streets. How nostalgic :> We hardly meet up anymore, but there’s still Twitter! If you think Facebook is awesome, wait till you try Twitter; it’s a lot more personal and sincere.

So, nevermind about battered hearts or scars. I still have my friends and we’ll still make it through

They all doubt you but I know you’re real.

Sometimes, I find myself making excuses for the people I love just so I wouldn’t have to blame them. Sometimes, I forgive just so that we can all move on, pretending that it’s all okay. Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes. We’re putting on masks ever so often that we forget who we really are. They say to find yourself before who you have to be finds you, but the truth is I don’t really know who I want to be.

I wish I could run away to somewhere quiet and nice and hide there for now. Like… Melbourne.

Whiskey Lullaby.

This is such an awesome song

She put him out like the burnin’ end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin’ to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until’ the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said, “I’ll love her till I die”
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The Angels sang a whiskey lullaby

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years, she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until’ the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the Angels sang a whiskey lullaby

H-h-happy.

Quest for Immortality

There was a real mummy wrapped in bandage but who in the right mind would take a picture of it?!

Singapore History Gallery

Chinese funeral in the olden days.

Went to the National Museum today for subject day! I signed up for it alone because nobody else was interested, but Graci’s classmates invited me to join them I like her classmates and Eileen’s so much!! The museum got boring after awhile and I went over to SMU to complete my essays before returning to school just to hand them in At least I got to see Eileenoob and we played the guitar together for awhile. I should really start playing again…

Anyway, my Iphone came a week ago and I’ve been glued to Facebook and Twitter since then. 2010 has been great so far; will it be greedy of me to hope for more?

I’ll take this chance.

“At some point of time, a few people decided that being made of metal would make us far less fragile. So they started wearing armour. Maybe that’s what made us hard because the last time I heard, metal didn’t have hearts.

Let us find those hearts back and be soft again even if it means that we’ll hurt and bleed. Let us be the gentle dressing on each other’s wounds. Let us run and jump and fall and fly just to prove we are alive.”

Mankind is no island.

We watched this during assembly today, awww. Doesn’t it tug at your heartstrings?

Anyway, school has been great and I take back everything I said about hating school. The second year is always better and as Xinchen says, “School is more fun with the fruit basket!”. The guys recently started buying a huge box of fruit every day and everyone would start stealing. Oh mai, I wish year 1 was this fun too. Now I feel like I’ve missed out.