When You And I Inhaled The Same Moment

It is not how long the period that you stood by me, it's the fact that you actually did.
And I appreciate that..

Everything happened at the same moment. A live reborn, a soul taken away. It's that blink of an eye that you might just regret, for the rest of our lives.

But I did not care what they said, for I pulled it through.

Everything is subjective. The positive energy may be the product of the negativity and the negativity could be the beginning of positivity. Negativity - jealousy - just saps a person of his/her life like THAT.

Zzzapp..

I'm blogging depth here.
But I'm speaking the truth. Be it positive or negative, my opinion remains personal. Violation free. I am always me..

"That could only mean, I am me once more.."

Twas tragical.

I feel like Sweet Mae again :)
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm back.

I'm falling head-over-heels, once again, back to the affection I once had for academics. Tumbling to the meaning of love for school is exhilarating :) Like, causing a huge disorder of emotions in my mind right now. And I'm ecstatic that I blogged happy :D

For the past few months, I dare say I'd been cheating on my erstwhile insomnia, for I'd been hanging out too much with sleep.

Sleeping somehow became a huge part of life, even if it was all that I was deprived of (and still am). And I'd since, ditched sleeplessness.

Oooh, I remember the excitement of late night studying last year.
Being up alone till the moon rises like the sun, makes me feel king :) (or queen :P) It rocks.

Okay.
I'm hungry. Hi, McDonald's, I'm coming to you now.
Oh kids, forget about what I say. McDonald's ain't good for health :P

"You were sitting at the coffee table when you're reading Kierkegaard"

I miss those chases. I miss being a fan.

It seemed like a century passed since the last time I entered this blog page. I don't mean the time count, I meant the events whipped up through the weeks. SEWO Concert was a huge success. I'm proud :) And whatever more adjective that can sum up my joy :) and yes, till now.

But naayhh, that's not why I decided to resume the blogging trail. Perhaps you're right, I got emo again. Ahh..

I shall narrate.
I walked past the gate at the wooden bridge today and somehow, god sent some scent to my path at where I was walking (back to class). And yes, just a breathe of that scent evoked a thousand emotions.

I suddenly got quiet and thought. I missed the old times when you were there standing by me, as I walk by you. I really do.

Looks like what I feared last year did come true. No one's to be blamed for this. No one, AT ALL.
And everything seemed just a tinge harder when we're boundlessly not under the same roof. I fail as your fan.

I wish I didn't think this way. I wish I was normal, and my brain would surrender in this kind of thoughts. Life would be much easier.

SO yeahh..
I'm not PO these days, but I think it's the time in life when WE should ALL get serious.
Being 16 isn't as tough as being 17, but it sure is different from being 15. Wake up :)
Let's all strive :D

"Oh I can't believe it's happening to me.."

Superstar Series #15

It's 3.15 pm on the 9th of April, and I've been texting you for the past 30 minutes. When you mentioned, 'kaya' repeatedly instead of 'rich', I thought it was just so cute. One of your ever childish impressions :)

But as I read your last text, I thought, "why isn't she using 'rich'?" and I was like mumbling 'kaya' to myself.

Remember this:
*you**me*
it was one of the pavillion moments again.

Why the video like that ah?
See la, it's cause of someone's camera..
Tsk, yeah la. You buy new one for me la, you so kaya.
What kaya? The bread one got a lot la.
(both) *LAUGHS*

Epic :D

I need you, don't I?

I was so excited for the 16th of April, as everyday draws closer by the second, i feel my heart leap an equal amount faster. Just as this happen during every other event, the spirit in me would be corroded bit by bit then.

I thought it was good. At least, people think it's good for a first timer, but do bear in mind, it's going down the historical line. How could it be judged as 'good for a first timer'?! It's got to be really good.

To me, I think it's pretty acceptable. Nothing wrong that I could spot, but I do admit that there are extra elements that can be added into it, for my lack of experience in that certain essence, but that wouldn't bother the current quality.

I'm currently lost of trust. Where am I? Straying in midst of the busy world, searching for a branch to cling on. I need a genuine one. I really really need you.

Sometimes there are things that I tell myself I could only do with your presence here. But in reality, I always can without you.

"You told me there's no mistakes, it's just all it takes"

Thank you for the music; You made me sing :)

With utmost reference to my post title, you made sing - it's just true. No elaborations. I'll leave it there just like how it is, because I love it the way you just DID it :) Naturally with no preservatives. MSG, blablabla.

Oh, I love the way my add math teacher says BLABLABLA. It's so cute :)

It's a warble never played, and I'm just afraid of showing my amateur music. I'm no big shot writer, I'm just me. I doubt I even write, because I express.

You know, it's just different. There is a fine - a VERY fine - line between writing and expressing. No wonder I don't impress as much in English essays. Because I wrote. And you find the wonders in my blog posts, because i articulated my heart. I expressed.

It's not if the words are twisted in a triple helix, it's not if the words out-limits the sky, it's the way you play with it. I'm a poor player, I admit, but at least I give in all my heart to play.


Ohhh, I'm so entirely sapped of energy. The weekends shopping mania drove me wild, summing up the usual mall binge. It's like mitochondria, the savvy biological term, it gives me energy.

Odd when I only get headache in school.
Though I love it as much, my head spins at its presence.
Aughh..

"My baby, he don't act like himself no more, he lost that smile, i used to adore"

Kantoi Day :D

I can't deny the fact that my blog is deluged with emotional blog posts. I'm pretty convinced that it is too. And you may think my life is just dreary pieces of written blog posts, identical, it's not.

It struck me some time ago, when I'm happy i live with it; but when I'm not happy, I tend to express - being the exact reason why my blog is entirely filled with these sort of post. It's like a genre already!

Hmm, my chatbox isn't working anymore.
I haven't any idea why..

Oh well, 16th of April is a LONG story, shortly narrated :)
I can't wait at all!