December 2009
23 posts
Dream
“I’ve decided to tell you what caused our split up”
“Why the randomness?”
“I read your post about bitches leaving guys dangling after splitting up”
“Oh, I wasn’t referring to you in that post actually”
“Hmm, so it was for her. You still miss her?”
“Occasionally. But I miss you more”
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This was my dramatic...
Wise saying
Never indulge in too many fruits at a go.
Too much fibre could give you a diarrhea.
You lose everything you had at one go.
So much for lemons and apples.
I think
I’ll just leave the apple alone.
I’m definitely not her apple.
Probably another one of her lemons that she refuses to catch.
But it doesn’t mean I’m gonna pick my lemons up.
Summary of the past 2 months
Life threw me 2 easy lemons
I dodged both and went for the forbidden apple that everyone else was after.
I know it’s wrong, yet I want it.
Half hearted, I desire for it, yet I’m keeping my distance.
But is the apple ready to be eaten?
Is it sweet enough for my liking?
Is it too sour?
I won’t know unless I try.
I chose the apple, but she will also have to choose me too.
Those feelings
Revisited a spot where I used to show my dedication to her. Looked into my phone and the meaningless-artistic wallpaper of her hand over mine started to mean something again. We didn’t need to speak much. Communicated mainly through touch. God, I miss those sweet bus rides. I need to fall in love with someone soon. Been so long since I felt that good.
I looked in your direction,
but you paid me no attention.
Balls drop
You’re the first girl this year to make me feel balless whenever I think of asking you out for a date.
Could it be?
I don’t need a girlfriend.
I just want to love you, even if I have to do it at a distance.
Can't move on
The last person we loved could be the one we cling on to the most. The biggest challenge is forcing yourself to stop letting the past hold you back from moving on. Or making you want to go back to it.
I’m phrasing such things as a disease, as a plague that stays and hardly goes away, and only you yourself can save yourself from it. Yet, I do not expect anyone to agree with it. And if you...
Sweet And Sour Dream
Was out for a movie with friends whom we both knew. It had ended, and I exited the crowded theatre with her trailing behind me. I wondered how nice would it be if I could hold her hand like we used to in the past. Like when I led her through the crowds, hand in hand. Slowly, the crowd pushed us together, till we walked side by side. The back of our hands brushed occasionally like when we had...
Lust
You and me were meant to last forever.
You and me were meant to lust forever.
Everything will be okay in the end.
If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.
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Clubs and Christ
Study the two cases I’m gonna give you. Because it takes time for me to write such things just to get your brains moving. And I do it for free. So the least you could do is read them wholeheartedly and leave a comment by the tagboard if you have anything to say, or forever hold your peace. Scenario CASE one. Not giving Christ a chance because people who have rejected Christ told you they...
“Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you’re pretty...”
– Quoted from Edward’s facebook status (via huixianxian)
Been single all my life. (Y)
ultravioletsunshine:
I think that love is too strong a word and too heavy a responsibility for young kids to be using it flippantly.
Still young, we are.
Thrall
The power in a relationship lies with the one who cares less. But is it power or love that we should seek?
Move along
Why wait for that one door that won’t open, When there are bigger doors opening up to you.
Wake up
Waiting for someone you love. Or used to love. Is there any sense to it at all? The wait is long and treacherous, suffering and pain in abundance. While for her, she lives in bliss with the fact that you love her unconditionally. At the end of the journey, you face rejection. And you realise how much time you’ve wasted waiting for her. Could have given your love to someone else who deserves...
First post
I think. We can never forget who we used to adore. who we used to desire. who we used to miss at that time. who we used to get excited about on sight. Forgetting is hard, especially when you’re alone and your mind starts to wander. Drifts back to your past with them, drifts back to the good times, drifts back to the bad. I for one have never pushed myself to forget the past. Have always felt...