tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51869232011-10-31T02:21:28.126+08:00a place where i shout out to the world that i miss you.lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.comBlogger2871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-47418765724647466952011-10-31T02:20:00.002+08:002011-10-31T02:21:28.183+08:00

i realised i broke a promise i made a while back, and now i know i never felt happier after doing it.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-55460787764551743622011-06-16T00:15:00.000+08:002011-06-16T00:16:37.442+08:00

this year, may passed without incident. thank goodness.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-72517493214392627562011-05-16T01:52:00.000+08:002011-05-16T01:53:25.055+08:00

because i loved you.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-60596139470345592872011-05-08T19:03:00.000+08:002011-06-16T00:42:19.459+08:00

Seven years ago today, the darkest day in my life happened. Feels like it was just yesterday now.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-6013598830904160292011-03-25T14:44:00.001+08:002011-03-25T14:45:54.662+08:00

Seven years on, it still feels like it was just yesterday.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-73189380466225005042011-03-17T06:20:00.002+08:002011-03-17T06:21:42.883+08:00

When April, and subsequently May approaches, my resolve shakes and wavers a little.Just a little.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-34725641663090211792010-12-29T16:06:00.002+08:002010-12-29T16:07:06.413+08:00

It's time to step out and start living. I deserve better and more than this.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-88285646915311610942010-12-14T13:51:00.001+08:002010-12-14T13:51:16.897+08:00

shaken.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-75631813767241097812010-11-17T00:51:00.003+08:002010-11-17T04:11:49.342+08:00

this blog's template has been the same for the past 78 months. i suppose there's a reason for it, and i still wonder why. and i guess sooner or later it'll be the last link between us you and me.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-72870214740335241132010-11-12T18:26:00.000+08:002010-11-12T18:29:00.514+08:00

For a moment I randomly realised I've forgotten your number and had to think for a while before I remembered. I suppose it's a sign.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-20244290637706984992010-11-07T07:08:00.000+08:002010-11-07T07:09:10.172+08:00

i know i should delete my msn logs but i just cannot bring myself to do it. hurray.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-775762638044978492010-10-17T01:50:00.002+08:002010-10-17T01:58:56.699+08:00

they say you never get tired of waiting, you just get sick of hurting.i saw the good in you, too bad you didn't. perhaps you couldn't, or maybe you wouldn't.i hope you're happy. maybe i'll be for you. i don't know for sure, maybe i don't even want to know.i'm mad at you, for never being honest with me whenever all i needed was that. maybe i even hate you.good luck to you. i know, and you know it

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-32801983691757432972010-08-01T21:55:00.003+08:002010-08-01T22:08:09.706+08:00

1 Corinthians 13:4-7, 13Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-75669851670478114302010-07-26T21:46:00.001+08:002010-07-26T21:46:46.609+08:00

You don't get tired of the waiting, you just get sick of the hurting.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-8991861923171941292010-06-07T17:34:00.001+08:002010-06-07T17:34:48.330+08:00

It is June. Normalcy returns.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-24033586789664402002010-06-03T00:01:00.001+08:002010-06-03T00:03:36.715+08:00

as usual you're never around when i need someone to just be around. you used to be so near yet so far, but now you're just far away. how we love this charade isn't it?

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-24519453312114585792010-05-25T01:22:00.002+08:002010-05-25T01:35:50.027+08:00

我们之间的关系还能算是友情吗？ 还是其实不过只是拉扯， 只能一辈子在友达以上，恋人未满的境界中徘徊。 我真的不知道，不如你来告诉我好不好。 拜托让我好过一些。

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-46351407716157905412010-05-01T03:00:00.000+08:002010-05-01T03:01:12.543+08:00

May is a depressing month.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-46247514430909882622010-04-18T06:23:00.000+08:002010-04-18T06:25:22.086+08:00

默泪跟本就是浪费人体的水分而以。

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-1719842810900043812010-04-12T03:42:00.001+08:002010-04-12T03:42:49.677+08:00

i realise i'm so used to disappointment.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-30748458396946939812010-03-25T03:38:00.001+08:002010-03-25T03:38:59.481+08:00

and we would have been 6 today, but i guess it was never meant to be.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-61403119235019188952010-03-16T23:24:00.001+08:002010-03-16T23:24:31.855+08:00

i miss you so much.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-63488822066521536122010-03-03T00:21:00.005+08:002010-03-05T00:26:12.075+08:00

just because it's happened before doesn't make things any easier. the pain is still as deep, the hurt still as telling.but the resolve's harder than ever. i made my choice, so i'll live, and die with it.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-16469898831340949382010-01-18T04:34:00.000+08:002010-01-18T21:35:53.199+08:00

a man once ate a supper knowing he would die soon after. today i ate a dinner feeling that with each bite and swallow, a part of me was dying away too."after this dinner we're quits."i ate a salad that i wished would never finish,but it did.i drank from a glass of water that i wished would never empty,but it did.you asked for a bill that i wished would never come,but it did.we took an escalator

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-67029101443057328352009-10-30T22:18:00.001+08:002009-10-31T00:16:28.519+08:00

i'm here, its just a matter of whether you see it or not.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-82008768263319273152009-10-14T14:19:00.001+08:002009-10-14T14:22:45.584+08:00

now i'm really wishing we met under really different circumstances all those years ago. things might be so different now.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-60211814957537057382009-10-06T04:46:00.001+08:002009-10-06T04:46:40.079+08:00

i really don't wanna get burned you know.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-1381890120753048902009-09-01T05:23:00.002+08:002009-09-01T05:30:41.054+08:00

yesterday was 6 years to the day we first met. we watched pirates, and you spiked me across my back, "just for kicks". when i think about it, it really feels like it was just yesterday. somehow, i still and always remembered, and i wonder if you ever did also.i'm guessing never.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-55048400575566124422009-08-31T04:22:00.002+08:002009-08-31T04:28:59.793+08:00

方大同 - 三人游有些话你选择不对他说 你说某种脆弱 我才感同身受 我永远都愿意当个听众 安慰你的痛 保护着你从始至终 就算你的爱 属于他了 就算你的手 他还牵着 就算你累了 我会在这 一人留 两人疚 三人游 悄悄的 远远的 或许舍不得 默默地 静静地 或许很值得 我还在某处守候着 说不定这也是一种幸福的资格 至少我们中还有人能快乐 这样就已足够了 有些话我选择保持沉默 别把实话说破 隐藏我的寂寞 你的情绪依然把我牵动 躲在你心中 角落的心事我们懂 就算你的爱 属于他了 就算你的手 他还牵着 就算你累了 我会在这 一人留 两人疚 三人游 悄悄的 远远的 或许舍不得 默默地 静静地 或许很值得 我还在某处守候着 说不定这也是一种幸福的资格 至少我们中还有人能快乐 这样就已足够了 不知道 不知道 不知道 为什么 为什么 我的爱 我的爱 还留不住你的离开 却总在等待着你回来 一人留 两人疚

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-40502185255508110472009-08-17T03:18:00.002+08:002009-08-17T03:20:59.506+08:00

i realise i'm just like you, we both have that fear that keeps everything bottled up. if only you knew. if only.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-20882600618216263462009-08-12T00:13:00.002+08:002009-08-12T00:19:16.871+08:00

i thought you might be the one to drag me out of this quagmire, but it looks like i'm wrong. with what you've told me, its time to crush this thing inside me.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-30303970674676914072009-08-07T05:00:00.002+08:002009-08-07T05:04:06.508+08:00

i'm in danger of falling into a hole that i may or may not want to fall into, and you might just be the one to decide if i do. it's give and take, and more often than not i give and you take.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-48911012837662548432009-07-27T19:07:00.000+08:002009-08-07T04:28:33.647+08:00

for the first time in a long long while, i actually felt that i'm a person of some worth. u might never see this, but hey, thank u :)

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-37056442647732754522009-07-23T22:02:00.002+08:002009-07-23T22:31:15.418+08:00

all you have to do is to ask, and i'll come. cos i promised myself i'm going to be around if you ever need me, until we both decide that i can no longer do that. i ain't gonna be going away again, and that's a promise i'll keep.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-67950867168702605832009-07-13T03:48:00.002+08:002009-07-13T03:52:56.867+08:00

every new day brings to me a growing realisation that somehow i was the one who threw everything away, and all i can do is to accept it but wonder why i did it in the first place. self-preservation? but why am i not happy?

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-22559127627865679382009-06-21T23:44:00.002+08:002009-06-21T23:47:52.926+08:00

today, the football team i play for, matador fc won promotion to division 2 in the espzen league. while for me, once again i'm being relegated to... nothingness.you make me realise so much about myself, but most of all you make me realise how weak i am.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-5041859404719346792009-06-04T01:24:00.002+08:002009-06-04T01:31:08.263+08:00

you know, if someone asked me to choose between things between us now, or a situation that meant that i'll see you only once a year on a certain day, i think i'm more inclined to take the latter. even if all i'll get is a nod of the head.cos unlike now, at least i'll know when i'll see you and have something to actually look forward to.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-54343541040876276262009-05-31T00:00:00.002+08:002009-05-31T00:15:33.462+08:00

you asked me a little while earlier what did i seriously want from you, since nothing you did seemed to be right. actually you don't have to be concerned about whether what you do is right or wrong, cos to me you're perfect. and all i want is for you to be happy, not too hard to understand isn't it?oh, and happy birthday to me.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-34096059641293805642009-05-18T18:57:00.000+08:002009-05-18T20:58:10.607+08:00

this heart of mine can't take anymore, and yet it keeps coming back for more. someone tell me why.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-5315414352808733582009-05-12T05:36:00.005+08:002009-05-12T05:52:47.310+08:00

i realised i could never hate you for all you've done, since i made myself remember only the happy memories. how could i ever hate someone who gave me joy, pure unadulterated joy? to me, we only had happy times together, and paradoxically i tell myself to consciously push you away, so that i'll not have to remember the pain and the hurt. somehow, after so many years, i think i'm still searching

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-50969964933402326722009-03-25T04:16:00.003+08:002009-03-25T04:19:31.851+08:00

i think its really happening. it certainly feels that way, like a backward slide into oblivion. the scariest bit is i see and recognise it but i don't really know how to deal with it.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-69227445246810618272009-03-24T08:03:00.002+08:002009-03-24T08:34:12.088+08:00

what a difference 5 years can make, and that, is the source of the disappointment.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-55810117568974757642009-03-13T22:10:00.002+08:002009-03-15T19:09:32.238+08:00

If you see the ballerina turning clockwise, you tend to use the right side of your brain more, and vice-versa. Below is the analysis.Left Brain Functions:uses logicdetail orientatedfacts rulewords and languagespresent and pastmaths and scienceknowingacknowledges order/pattern perceptionknows object namereality basedforms strategiespracticalplay safeRight Brain Functions:uses feelings"big picture"

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-90758634064000238712009-03-08T08:29:00.002+08:002009-03-08T08:37:09.786+08:00

sometimes i wonder if i'm too misunderstood, and whether or not my actions actually contribute to that. if so, then will it be better that i change or watch myself around people so that they may actually understand me, or at the very least won't misunderstand me? although in that case a paradox will then come to exist, cos they'll understand me, but that's not the real me.because i am me.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-41071295561703202172009-02-27T21:31:00.002+08:002009-02-27T21:37:33.684+08:00

i just put down a book that i finished, and it got me thinking that the book seems to be a little outdated in terms of information and stuff. then i flipped to the copyright page and i saw "Copyright © 1987". wa lao eh next time have to see properly man.why the hesitancy?

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-47067092828325528132009-02-19T06:07:00.002+08:002009-02-19T06:21:56.563+08:00

so i was telling may anne on msn about how JJ Lin releases a song every year around valentine's day with the word "爱" in the song title. 2007 was 发现爱 (Finding Love), 2008 was 期待爱 (Expecting Love) and this year it's 表达爱 (Expressing Love). she remarked that the song titles seem to have a link, like a running storyline of a couple's courtship, so next year's title should be 现出爱 (Displaying Love) as

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-70717648919618026412009-02-17T03:16:00.001+08:002009-02-17T05:42:11.589+08:00

many a time its the fear of rejection that paralyzes and induces inaction.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-48658515733660312122009-02-16T03:23:00.002+08:002009-02-16T03:23:48.523+08:00

why like that sia. now i seriously don't know what to do. i know i'm stuck, i keep trying to dismiss it but it keeps coming back. ta ma de.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-80117002155303035832009-02-14T02:45:00.001+08:002009-02-14T02:57:46.768+08:00

don't know if it made you smile, but i sure hope it did.and i think i'm gonna try and disprove my equation.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-41150493878004515802009-02-11T01:02:00.002+08:002009-02-11T01:11:33.915+08:00

things that dilun needs to do.- decide which school/course to enrol.- start on driving practicals.- get a job cos he doesn't think he can afford to study full-time without anyone supporting him.- get back in shape cos round is not a very nice shape.i think that's it for now.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-15125736866037362692009-02-03T21:45:00.001+08:002009-02-03T21:45:53.358+08:00

i've nothing to post so i'll post this :DRules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.1. The person who tagged me to do this is my oh-so-lovely ex-gf who thinks this's very entertaining to do lol. (yes may anne its you.)2. My name is

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-73998975165240208802009-01-31T03:46:00.003+08:002009-01-31T04:24:44.543+08:00

i spent like 10 frigging hours last night till this morning to clear 2 super persistent trojans that kept hiding in my windows registry. !@#$%^&on a better note, i managed to recover documents and files from my old hard drive! something i never got around to doing ever since i got this new computer lol.and i just have to write this down HAHAHA. last night someone took my oakleys hostage and she

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-84010837746089057842009-01-30T02:34:00.001+08:002009-01-30T02:35:59.324+08:00

i. tio. trojan. tmd in the midst of cleanup now. evil jenno laugh at me, still hold my oakleys hostage. bah.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-76477002976314224672009-01-26T22:08:00.000+08:002009-01-29T22:14:17.704+08:00

*kicks blog to awaken it, shakes it around to dust if off*i am back. not that anyone is reading lol.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-506442625843539162008-07-18T03:46:00.000+08:002008-07-18T03:48:49.846+08:00

to jump? or not to jump? i think i will take the plunge again.p.swhoever's waiting for euro08 photos to be up please be patient. i'm currently occupied with other pursuits lol.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-79030800722545134112008-07-01T08:22:00.000+08:002008-07-01T08:24:52.535+08:00

its 2.20am vienna time and i just woke up from a nightmare. i won't go into details about it but it was freaking vivid and scary. although this sounds absurd, i'm seriously kinda scared to go back to sleep. fuck.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-8174702194774852032008-06-19T08:44:00.000+08:002008-06-19T08:45:14.519+08:00

looks like i only have my trip to look forward to hmm.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-24599396241658654812008-06-07T04:06:00.000+08:002008-06-07T04:07:31.360+08:00

4am. i'm still up. and i hope that whatever stunt i'm gonna pull works. man, its been a while.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-88211443546210202802008-06-06T16:57:00.000+08:002008-06-06T16:58:45.944+08:00

i felt that long-forgotten pain flare up as my knee buckled for the briefest of moments. this is not good. sigh.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-44864957184062205022008-06-05T06:49:00.000+08:002008-06-05T06:50:29.220+08:00

question. what can be broken over and over again without actually being broken?

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-42731197473362219722008-05-26T01:59:00.000+08:002008-05-26T02:00:05.575+08:00

there's probably only one thing i want for my birthday this year.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-88660816341050653312008-05-23T10:14:00.000+08:002008-05-23T10:15:54.736+08:00

on 21 may 2008, i won a trip to austria to watch the euro 2008 grand final, manchester united won the champions league, and i met joyce. how can things get any better than this hahaha. talk about a triple treat lol.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-23469435156569295122008-04-05T22:24:00.001+08:002008-05-23T10:21:24.438+08:00

1-0. 2-0. 2-1. 3-1. 3-2. 3-3. and finally 4-3. to claw it back to 3-3 and lose 4-3 is fucking maddening. i've never been so pissed about losing a game before.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-11488518381074252182008-03-10T00:43:00.001+08:002008-03-10T00:46:24.726+08:00

now the right balances the left, 4 stitches each side haha.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-91205626074506924302008-02-09T02:27:00.000+08:002008-02-09T02:38:58.684+08:00

it amazes me how people can actually complain and grumble when their red packet collection amount is lesser than previous years, when there're so many less fortunate folks out there who don't even get a single red packet. some people just don't know how lucky they are. how disappointing.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-57284312548161337002008-02-03T18:59:00.000+08:002008-02-03T19:01:09.190+08:00

why is it that everytime i don't expect something it just turns around to slap me in the face? hmm.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-41778539185032332712008-01-28T04:31:00.000+08:002008-01-28T05:01:04.015+08:00

when you lose something, very often its not the loss of the item that hurts. rather, its the sentimentality to you that you cherished. or to put it more succinctly, its the loss of the intangible emotions that you associate with the item that hurts more. and like they say, we only cherish what we've lost, especially people around us. and truth be told, the loss strikes you even more so when

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-23607513038101030502008-01-14T23:41:00.000+08:002008-01-14T23:44:20.622+08:00

there're days when i look at the mirror and wonder who's the person looking back at me. somehow i feel that there's too much anger in me, and i don't even know why. i think i'm slipping into depression.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-63453873815839681212007-12-31T23:59:00.000+08:002008-01-14T23:47:43.267+08:00

this year, there's no review of the year. cos everything went by so fast. too fast for my liking.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-1262842888859135862007-12-27T00:32:00.000+08:002007-12-27T00:35:24.118+08:00

they say a picture says a thousand words. couldn't agree more. that explains everything. blah.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-76349626001419712312007-12-09T02:26:00.000+08:002007-12-09T02:28:02.617+08:00

sigh. i'm tired. so so tired.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028760990479724996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-7968031689158340742007-11-01T18:58:00.000+08:002007-11-01T19:11:04.953+08:00

its ironic how on the days when i'm tied up with work i go out of the way to make time for you. yet on the days when i'm off work i don't even get to speak to you.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-17313024608222219312007-11-01T00:32:00.000+08:002007-11-15T13:22:00.205+08:00

i don't want to be just friends. and even if i want to, i don't think i can. i can barely stand next to you without wanting to hold you close, and there's a real longing in me whenever i look at you. and each time i talk to you i just want to tell you how much you mean to me. this past week we've been so close yet so far apart, and i've been so happy yet so upset. it simply breaks my heart to

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-63530729396703021522007-10-31T03:02:00.000+08:002007-10-31T03:13:03.951+08:00

it's been so long since i held you so close. that walk in the rain back to the hostel's got to be one of the best strolls i ever had. so much that i want to say to you, yet i don't know where to start. and it seems that at times all i've got to keep me going is faith.i will.i must.for you.for us.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-61615683641759300252007-10-27T02:29:00.000+08:002007-10-27T02:36:48.342+08:00

my injuries hurt. my head's starting to hurt again. but nothing beats the pain i feel when i see you upset.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-39080965355093631942007-10-25T18:16:00.000+08:002007-10-25T18:21:54.541+08:00

its such a wrench watching you walk away from me knowing i can't do anything about it. wmwf sucks.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-3685280630204562012007-09-25T02:43:00.000+08:002007-09-25T02:50:03.504+08:00

waiting for something you wish would happen is hope. waiting for something you believe would happen is faith. and waiting for something which you know would never happen is misery.hope, when held for long enough becomes faith. and with that, misery is temporal.i'll wait for you, and in the meantime i'll miss you. and if you ever need me, i'll be there, always there.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-36760873312361926682007-09-24T05:46:00.000+08:002007-09-24T05:49:13.766+08:00

last night i dreamt of you again, but for the first time in a very long time i woke up with a smile after that. and i'm glad. i really am.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-34971140190783393782007-09-12T01:07:00.000+08:002007-09-12T01:36:22.345+08:00

somehow i'll never be more important than the mistakes i made, so we should just let it be.cos i'm so tired.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-23681625761488131372007-08-26T12:06:00.000+08:002007-08-26T12:07:28.433+08:00

you want me to care but you don't seem to care at all.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-2497265291789900482007-08-22T00:58:00.000+08:002007-08-22T00:59:48.857+08:00

so it all boils down to this. just you and me, us no more.us never.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-90558393507991344762007-08-15T00:12:00.000+08:002007-08-15T00:23:33.795+08:00

honestly speaking, there're some issues that no matter how hard you try, you can never run away from. it will always be that heavy presence lingering behind you, unsettling you, and haunting you.and when you actually turn around and face up to it, you suddenly realise that in fact, there's nothing you can do about it. so you turn back around and move on, but knowing at the back of your head that

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-64042959136733009952007-08-13T09:11:00.000+08:002007-09-02T17:29:31.045+08:00

word of caution to all, when playing street soccer with just friends, don't have to chiong so hard. take it easy, or not u become like this.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-37630232789261420212007-07-13T02:27:00.000+08:002007-07-13T02:28:53.575+08:00

sometimes i really hate being alone.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-81365308262616200812007-07-04T00:52:00.001+08:002007-07-04T00:52:58.747+08:00

its been a week and still no word. so i guess i'm really that insignificant. all my effort to elicit just a simple smile from you all gone to waste. perhaps even a smile from you is too much to expect after all.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-8410259364191460262007-06-24T15:06:00.000+08:002007-06-24T15:34:51.726+08:00

there're times that do exist when i really do wonder how long i can keep it going. doubt starts creeping into my thoughts, and the feeling of bitter disappointment hits again. always so near yet so far. sometimes i amaze myself, with my ability to say "no i don't, yes i do" in answer to the same question. irony should be my middle name isn't it? it's come to a point where i don't know what i'm

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-43197999430687012902007-05-30T21:54:00.000+08:002007-06-24T15:36:23.101+08:00

captain jack. harry potter. shrek. fire-breathing donkeys. iris scan at wbg. sharing lunch at fortune centre. reserving a table for dinner at basil alcove. dinner at sun & moon when we both have our appetites back. fish n co. cedele. scrubbing the floor of #03-01. seeing you at hostel after work. just some of the things that held so much promise, only to slap me in the face.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-61846730319692165162007-05-30T00:24:00.000+08:002007-05-30T00:37:22.598+08:00

this morning i woke up way before my alarm went off, and try as i might i just couldn't go back to sleep. so i just lay there and let my fatigue wash over me, silently willing the alarm to ring so as to begin my day. my migraine's been erupting again, but its just so insignificant at times. so deeply ingrained it is in my daily routine that i don't notice it anymore, and when i do i don't even

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-14428365782098773722007-05-27T20:30:00.000+08:002007-05-27T21:39:56.081+08:00

i dreamt of you last night, one of the many short and sweet dreams about you i've had in the past month. dreams i never get enough of and always leave me wanting to go back to sleep in the hope of dreaming more. perhaps i shouldn't worry about missing you, since when i do i can just close my eyes and go to sleep and dream of you. and in that short span of time i can make believe you're right

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-90781393063782950682007-05-25T00:54:00.000+08:002007-05-25T14:26:48.792+08:00

may 2004 was crap for me, simply just counting down the days to my enlistment. but now may 2007's like being in heaven, every single day. thats why i believe that hope truly exists in this universe. yup, all because of you baobei.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-8118402360477134422007-05-17T23:06:00.000+08:002007-05-17T23:30:56.612+08:00

okay my shoulder's kinda sore now. its been a while since i've had to hold it still for so long hmm. but really, if i have my way, i'll gladly let my shoulder be like that every single day. just for you to sleep on :)

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-80821972212428904102007-05-12T00:56:00.000+08:002007-05-12T00:57:10.161+08:00

today was a happy day. :)

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-74568887444442996762007-05-11T00:52:00.000+08:002007-05-11T01:01:44.831+08:00

3years ago..."shuo zhen de you don't have to waste time with me everyday you know.""i don't mind ar.""but don't you have things you want to do?""yup i do.""yar. like?""waste time with you."as long as you're happy, i'm happy. cos nothing beats seeing a smile on your face. and now i know i probably never stopped loving you. whatever the case, nswdbb. :)

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-39601121590698386442007-05-09T23:07:00.000+08:002007-05-09T23:10:13.690+08:00

and yes, it still gives me the same rush as before. sometimes you just can't put emotions into words, so i'll leave it for now. -winks-

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-83329103995947156992007-05-03T01:01:00.000+08:002007-05-03T01:03:39.820+08:00

ever since i've known you, i've only ever seen you cry once, on my shoulder. now, countless times the past 3 days. i'm really sick and tired of watching you get hurt time and again.seeing you like this really breaks my heart.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-86154408912075323252007-04-27T22:19:00.000+08:002007-04-27T22:29:27.637+08:00

this's situation's crap but i guess i'll just have to put up with it. since its not the first time, i should be used to it anyway. you give some in order to get some.but i'm not happy...

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-31065514391888815512007-04-19T23:56:00.000+08:002007-04-20T00:28:20.294+08:00

i've been having weird dreams recently, very out-of-this-world, impossible to happen dreams. some mornings i wake and go,"what the fuck?" aloud after opening my eyes and realising it was a dream.take the one i dreamt i was with alvin at some hawker centre. we were both dressed in army uniform, me in my MP no.3 and alvin, most impossibly, in his no.2 mess kit. we were just sitting around chatting

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-72556426824802409072007-04-17T23:58:00.000+08:002007-04-18T00:44:08.261+08:00

i wake up some mornings with fear in my heart. real fear that in my deep slumber the world i wake up to would be missing everything that matters to me. how i really hate those little surreal wedges of death at times.we're all afraid of losing what we have. but me? i'm absolutely terrified of losing what i don't possess. its ironic isn't it? sometimes i rest easy in the assurance that its still

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-69032601765654480252007-04-15T23:59:00.000+08:002007-04-16T00:55:44.049+08:00

i'm in a very fucked up mood now. why must i deal with all this shit. i really don't understand. i don't look for trouble but trouble looks for me. what is this world coming to? or more specifically, what's MY world coming to? blah. you know something's really not right with me when i can even get annoyed with mao mao. i didn't mean to lose my temper just now. i really didn't. dui bu qi mao

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186923.post-42263269737536051692007-04-12T23:17:00.000+08:002007-04-12T23:22:26.409+08:00

i had a dream last night. a dream i thought would never come to me again. it had everything i had ever dreamed of in it, and i was even thinking in the dream that everything was just so surreal and incredulous.then i woke up. and it hit me. everything might just remain as a dream.dreams, when ardently wished for, are but destinies as yet unfulfilled.

lunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218395550764026724noreply@blogger.com0