Quaintly True

Y i K a i

Suddenly

Wednesday, April 27, 2011 ( 1:16 AM )

I'm so stuck on this old, old song and video. I never liked this singer because she's all cocky and has terrible pronunciation. But I'm so, so stuck on this video.

End; Pierced.

Bored

Sunday, April 24, 2011 ( 10:42 PM )

It's a small thing, and nothing much to dwell and mull over.

But who can listen to what I mean of my disappointment - over the decision made on thurs. I'm not even all grievance over the choice, but I suppose it's one of those feelings you'd then decide to let it pass? What a waste. Half the people who hears the news, will go 'chey'. But hey, I really did want this. And I know everyone is surprised I did.

Moving on... Tmr's the start of another long week! I'm really just so glad that friday's off school. All the boring modules, and what struck me most is... I'm really dedicating my entire life to DADP now! No more CTPP; not so much of CASS club anymore; also the end of my temporary working life with end of the last show done. Everything else outside has ceased to a stop and only my diploma is waving to me. Summarized into a word: Bored. Ok, I really have to find something else outside this circle. Must.

I know FYP's a big thing, but dude, it still doesn't need my entire life dedication. Someone find me a something-to-do!

Take a look at the photo I found. Haha, smart! A depiction of the existence and absence of colours in people's life. Humourously insulting to the subject of focus in that photograph, and painfully relate-able to my life right now. Yikes.

End; But I also believe my feelings of boredom originates from another source.

My Aperture

Thursday, April 21, 2011 ( 12:13 AM )

The focus is wrong.

My own aperture - it's narrow, but not closed.
For I am not yet myself. And a mirror always tells me so. But hey, there is nothing erreneously wrong, because I am only taking the test of whom I may be.

It's time I close the aperture, but I just wouldn't. No, not me; my stubborness wants a reply. First.

Why am I the Bokeh in this photo?

End; Because the focus is wrong.

Friday, April 15, 2011 ( 12:42 AM )

Silly Lily and Stupid Cupid are very good friends.
But they are just too dumb to realize each other's existence.

Thursday, April 14, 2011 ( 10:52 AM )

It gave me lots of answers.

Shy

Tuesday, April 12, 2011 ( 11:23 AM )

I have a secret to share

Shy, but it can't wait to be revealed
And freed
Cheers and Love

End; Now, lean over.

It's Breathing To Me

Monday, April 11, 2011 ( 2:24 AM )

Naivety. Unexpected bitter fruits of realizations; and lack thereof.

Lies. It's breathing to me.

Naivety, not. Ascended upon the secrecy of my own portrait.

Secrets. It just can't stop coming to me. It is coming, to me. Coming to me, it is.

Hide; Deny; Lie.

Lies. It's breathing to me.

End; But still naive.

Flux

Wednesday, April 06, 2011 ( 1:13 PM )

Nobody realizes. Thankful, because it wasn't the credit of a well-festooned mask that covers up. I know I look the happiest during meet-ups, events and outings. Which is true, and each time I laughed I meant it, and I felt lifed.

But on the train rides home, on the bus rides home, on the few hours before I start to close my lids and dream, I ponder, think and delve into my own quiet thoughts. I sometimes stop myself form doing so, but at times, I let it be. Or rather, it just keeps coming and coming.

Yet, this flux of emotions is changing me and my days. I am, to be painfully honest, confused about my feelings for everything else in life. I can't describe, at all, how I feel right now. Yet, for all I know, I just can't sit still.

Shameful. I am almost scared to fight this alone, and I can't, I can't, I can't help but ask where have my few friends been? It feels like... it has been thrown to me to handle alone.

Someone, please, tell me what to do.

But don't worry, I'm sure the next time any of you see me, I'd still be laughing and be the one person who can't stop talking. And not because I'm faking it or forcing it, but probably the favourite times of my days now are outside, with family; with friends. It even made all the difference to go out for 5min and get some bloody fresh air :)

Has anyone else been as sick as I am - of being an adolescent who gets too fucking emotional? Fucking frontal lobe, please develop to guide me now!

I am almost tempted to close a chapter, without even trying. Almost wanted to say it. Out.
But no, I didn't.

Of everything I can hope for? I just wish the school can start off fresh and much more anticipated than how I feel right now. That the four can get back as usual. That I can make a fucking decision on my relationship. And that I be prepared and even excited for fyp and 4/5 other (really) boring modules.

And to those who are reading this, thankyou for visiting the blog, and don't worry, I still do have the energy to say 'yes, let's go.' But, sigh!

Why do I have to fight to lead normal days and a normal life?

End; I think I need to pray.

Hello

Monday, April 04, 2011 ( 6:16 PM )

You see. Arts from the past... People actually allowed Teacher-Student relationship to be romantic and a story to go 'aww' and 'oohhh' for. But now when you see it, it's like... #@$%!@#$! Seriously!

But you gotta love the song.

End; Quaintly True

Yes, let's go

Friday, April 01, 2011 ( 1:08 AM )

Was just wondering...
where has that energy escaped to?

If there's one thing time and age has taken away from me, it must be vitality. Becoming lazier for 'let's go' moments, and sometimes I choose to 'give it up' over 'pick it up'. Gawd, I feel

OLD

and in actual fact, I'm still only 18. Haha! Hmm, it's not all from a negative perspective, though. It somehow created a more thoughtful self, which I do appreciate.

But hey dude, you gotta pick yourself up for more upcoming adventures!

Yes, let's go.

End; Kind of missed being a GL