Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sorry.
I'm so so sorry. Shouldn't have said anything.
what did i do so wrong that you had to leave me alone ... at 7:09 PM
0 people in the crowd heard my words
0 people in the crowd heard my words
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Smile.
ArgH! I'm on my bed, tired, weak, running nose, oh yes, the whole cocktail.
But somehow, through this thick forest of sickness, I had time to realise certain aspects of my life.
I'm addicted, and yes, I'm hooked.
For some reason even I can't figure out, I seem to go all out, to do things I wouldn't normally do even for myself, like driving all the way up to K.L, and drive the all the way back to Shah Alam, and asking for something that someone wanted in every single shop. I just wouldn't do it for myself, neighter for my parents for that matter.
The thing is, I'm addicted to her smile. Everytime I see her, be it for a moment, I would give anything to look into her eyes, just to see her smile, and theres where my lame jokes comes to play =P
Yeah, I know, I might be lame, but at least I'm trying. Deep down in me, I know theres a strong will, a will that would be sufficient to keep her happy, through thick or thin. I know I would keep her happy, if only she knew. Or maybe she does? =P
It's been long now, if I put into consideration the times I wish I had said something, it would be close to 5 years now. There isn't a day that goes by, that I don't think of her/us and what could have been if I could only open my mouth. But I just can't! The very thought of losing her, and what I have, what we have together, as friends, just pulls my guts inside out.
Maybe I'm a chicken, maybe I'm the very same guy from the picture in the below post. All these just gives me a reality check, a yank, back down to earth.
Just give me a sign, just tell me. I wish you would.
And I would give you the best years of your life. I promise you.
But somehow, through this thick forest of sickness, I had time to realise certain aspects of my life.
I'm addicted, and yes, I'm hooked.
For some reason even I can't figure out, I seem to go all out, to do things I wouldn't normally do even for myself, like driving all the way up to K.L, and drive the all the way back to Shah Alam, and asking for something that someone wanted in every single shop. I just wouldn't do it for myself, neighter for my parents for that matter.
The thing is, I'm addicted to her smile. Everytime I see her, be it for a moment, I would give anything to look into her eyes, just to see her smile, and theres where my lame jokes comes to play =P
Yeah, I know, I might be lame, but at least I'm trying. Deep down in me, I know theres a strong will, a will that would be sufficient to keep her happy, through thick or thin. I know I would keep her happy, if only she knew. Or maybe she does? =P
It's been long now, if I put into consideration the times I wish I had said something, it would be close to 5 years now. There isn't a day that goes by, that I don't think of her/us and what could have been if I could only open my mouth. But I just can't! The very thought of losing her, and what I have, what we have together, as friends, just pulls my guts inside out.
Maybe I'm a chicken, maybe I'm the very same guy from the picture in the below post. All these just gives me a reality check, a yank, back down to earth.
Just give me a sign, just tell me. I wish you would.
And I would give you the best years of your life. I promise you.
what did i do so wrong that you had to leave me alone ... at 8:12 PM
2 people in the crowd heard my words
2 people in the crowd heard my words
Monday, February 04, 2008
Picking up the Pieces
Whoa, I miss this page! It's been heck of a long time! I don't know, but somehow I just dropped out of the blogging bandwagon. Sue me :P
Well, it's time to come back, pick up the pieces, glue them together, and start over!
It's sorta good that I killed my previous audiences, now its gonna be much MUCH more personal!
Starting from today, I'm gonna try my best to keep this bloggie alive! My inspiration? Heh, need I say more? My ocassional rants on love and its shortcomings. Why do I, personally, love to be loved, but in the same time, bitch about it? It's so cynical. Okay, it sucks being me, wait, before you say it sucks being you too, let me give you two small details of my life
A = Have you met someone you truly cared about? I mean TRULY, put him/her way above anything that has ever existed? Only to realize that person uses you merely as a wall, a safety net, an extinguisher for the flame that had burned them. WHY? WHY AM I ALWAYS THE BROTHER? Why am I this guy?
I just can't take it. Why can't people see me for more than what I am? Yes I listen, well, I really do, but that kinda makes me a girl? So where does that leave me? A lesbian? Come on, I loved you once more than life itself, its time you gave me some cheese, or else I'll leave, as I already have one foot out the door.
B = Have you all heard the song What Hurts the Most by Rascall Flatts? Well, that preety much sums B up.
Look, all I'm saying is, I don't have looks, neighter do I have the money, flashy cars, or jewels for the matter. All I have is a few dollars in my wallet and feelings to spare, but I know that I would keep you happy, no matter what, no matter where and no matter how, I would. If you trusted me so far, trust me on this. Sounds kinda like the song I Have To Give by Backstreet Boys ehh? Well, love is that reality we all have to face. Maybe thats the higher purpose in life? Maybe thats the reason we're all here in this world.
Okay, enough about love, Handout 3 is out. Comic book design! I'm going with the Crimson Man without Fear, Daredevil! Heres a peek at my 1st design =)
P/s: The scale is a bit off, will attend to it later =) Btw, thats Daredevil on top of the unfinished Inti College in SS15. Ta'raa!
Well, it's time to come back, pick up the pieces, glue them together, and start over!
It's sorta good that I killed my previous audiences, now its gonna be much MUCH more personal!
Starting from today, I'm gonna try my best to keep this bloggie alive! My inspiration? Heh, need I say more? My ocassional rants on love and its shortcomings. Why do I, personally, love to be loved, but in the same time, bitch about it? It's so cynical. Okay, it sucks being me, wait, before you say it sucks being you too, let me give you two small details of my life
A = Have you met someone you truly cared about? I mean TRULY, put him/her way above anything that has ever existed? Only to realize that person uses you merely as a wall, a safety net, an extinguisher for the flame that had burned them. WHY? WHY AM I ALWAYS THE BROTHER? Why am I this guy?
I just can't take it. Why can't people see me for more than what I am? Yes I listen, well, I really do, but that kinda makes me a girl? So where does that leave me? A lesbian? Come on, I loved you once more than life itself, its time you gave me some cheese, or else I'll leave, as I already have one foot out the door.
B = Have you all heard the song What Hurts the Most by Rascall Flatts? Well, that preety much sums B up.
Look, all I'm saying is, I don't have looks, neighter do I have the money, flashy cars, or jewels for the matter. All I have is a few dollars in my wallet and feelings to spare, but I know that I would keep you happy, no matter what, no matter where and no matter how, I would. If you trusted me so far, trust me on this. Sounds kinda like the song I Have To Give by Backstreet Boys ehh? Well, love is that reality we all have to face. Maybe thats the higher purpose in life? Maybe thats the reason we're all here in this world.
Okay, enough about love, Handout 3 is out. Comic book design! I'm going with the Crimson Man without Fear, Daredevil! Heres a peek at my 1st design =)
P/s: The scale is a bit off, will attend to it later =) Btw, thats Daredevil on top of the unfinished Inti College in SS15. Ta'raa!
Labels: Rants
what did i do so wrong that you had to leave me alone ... at 11:35 PM
1 people in the crowd heard my words
1 people in the crowd heard my words
