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All I Need Is Time, A Moment That Is Mine
I used to think, I had the anwers to everything. Somehow now I know, life doesn't always go my way. It feels like I'm caught in the middle and that's when I realised that I'm not a girl, not yet a woman.
This song, it tells all. Maybe the people around me think that I'm not mature, not ripe enough to face the world. Really, there is no need to protect me for it's the time that I learn things on my own; because at the the end of the rope we'll come to realisation point that ignorance and isolation from reality is not the solution to any problems.
All I need is some more time and the pace of my own while I'm in between a girl and a woman. Meanwhile, please accept me as I am.
Final Word
Here's the verdict of my on-going deal with internet that has been through a roller coaster ride:
INTERNET DOESN'T HELP TO MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER. IT'S ALL RUBBISH, A SCAM.
I rest my case.
INTERNET DOESN'T HELP TO MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER. IT'S ALL RUBBISH, A SCAM.
I rest my case.
Jinxed
Remember that Rotten Trip on that very Rotten Day? Remember?? Sure it's memorable.
OMG!! The Rotten Day was playing hide-and-seek with me! I was supposed to file in the bills after settling it but now it's missing!! It's nowhere to be found!
The eerie flashbacks of the day now come sweeping over me and I don't remember where I placed it! Could it have dropped on the way back....AGAIN? Did I accidentally thrown it away? Or ate it? There are so many possibilities...it's like deciphering a lock's combination code without single clue.
The evidence that I settled the bill is now gone! What am I going to do??! Not again..the Rotten Day is chained!
OMG!! The Rotten Day was playing hide-and-seek with me! I was supposed to file in the bills after settling it but now it's missing!! It's nowhere to be found!
The eerie flashbacks of the day now come sweeping over me and I don't remember where I placed it! Could it have dropped on the way back....AGAIN? Did I accidentally thrown it away? Or ate it? There are so many possibilities...it's like deciphering a lock's combination code without single clue.
The evidence that I settled the bill is now gone! What am I going to do??! Not again..the Rotten Day is chained!
To err is human...
Forgetting, in the eyes of my boss is The Deadly Sin of the office. I'm serious. When I was asked illogical and redundant questions, if I have no recollection of any Greek that he was speaking, his reaction would be as if I just tossed gold nuggets out of the window. His gold nuggets. Maybe his reaction wasn't that bad, it's worse.
I know there's an idiom bout forgetting but I forgot the exact sentence. Oops. Anyway, don't we all make mistakes? At least it wasn't done in definite intention such as stealing, robbing or setting the office on fire out of vengeance.
My boss would tell everyone to bookmark everything for me just so that I will remember while stressing, "She's forgetful". At least others, when they want me to remember something they'll tell out loud and clear to me whereas most that he does is stammer "ah...ah, erm...." at the front of every sentence. Who would remember exactly what would you want to say when all the inputs are only umms and ahs? Its already a struggle to process through the jungle of ums and ahs to finally get to see big idea tree. If there is standard for entry to compete in Hitz.fm's YES, NO, UMM, AH game, he is sure disqualified.
ENCIK, MACAMLAH SAYA SUKA SANGAT LUPA. (Which means as if I like to forget).
Go and hire an Einstein or a historian then.
Never mind. To err is human, indeed that's true but let's not forget that to forgive, divine. Let's put it behind. Forgive and forget.
Right. I am still so going to resign by next month.
Never mind. To err is human, indeed that's true but let's not forget that to forgive, divine. Let's put it behind. Forgive and forget.
Right. I am still so going to resign by next month.
On a second thought....
I change my mind. Internet certainly can shorten the far distance between people, soothe the wounded heart and balms the broken spirit. Yup, it works wonders.
Distance
Distance makes the heart fonder. Fact or myth? That's your call. As for me, it works like magic, but fools like magic too.
This time, I have sour grapes to sell instead. I shall tell why. More and more frequent when I dreamt about P.Russ (which is supposed to be good isn't it?) BUT (always a but)...I can't find him. Nope, I can't see him nor can I hear him yet I am still communicating with him.
That's when I realised that he is officially now the Guy-In-The-Phone. And the last time I dreamt , I could see other people in my dreams (too bad, not handsome) but when it comes the P.Russ, all I see is...a cellphone screen staring at me. While other parts of the dreams became so animated, when shifting to him all I hear is a silence. And then I can see some alphabet texts. Even in dreams I can't meet him; I only get to read text messages. How animated. How exciting. Who knows the next dream I can see him but when I want to speak, I'd flash out my phone and text him instead.
The most naive thought I have is thinking that having internet solves the distance problem. Now all I got is an internet connection that blows my wallet and be used only for checking mails. No, I don't find solitary in online games. Only books make me happy.
Worst of all, I kept thinking of getting internet connection day and night believing that it's the best way to reach out to him and only to find myself smitten and crushed to the very inside of me. Either he's busy or I'm busy, or he has no connection or I don't. Soon when uni starts, all the memories left behind will only be left behind and that's it.
Only I am the biggest fool of thinking of going through all the steps to reach a destination that never exists. As always, it happens all the time.
This time, I have sour grapes to sell instead. I shall tell why. More and more frequent when I dreamt about P.Russ (which is supposed to be good isn't it?) BUT (always a but)...I can't find him. Nope, I can't see him nor can I hear him yet I am still communicating with him.
That's when I realised that he is officially now the Guy-In-The-Phone. And the last time I dreamt , I could see other people in my dreams (too bad, not handsome) but when it comes the P.Russ, all I see is...a cellphone screen staring at me. While other parts of the dreams became so animated, when shifting to him all I hear is a silence. And then I can see some alphabet texts. Even in dreams I can't meet him; I only get to read text messages. How animated. How exciting. Who knows the next dream I can see him but when I want to speak, I'd flash out my phone and text him instead.
The most naive thought I have is thinking that having internet solves the distance problem. Now all I got is an internet connection that blows my wallet and be used only for checking mails. No, I don't find solitary in online games. Only books make me happy.
Worst of all, I kept thinking of getting internet connection day and night believing that it's the best way to reach out to him and only to find myself smitten and crushed to the very inside of me. Either he's busy or I'm busy, or he has no connection or I don't. Soon when uni starts, all the memories left behind will only be left behind and that's it.
Only I am the biggest fool of thinking of going through all the steps to reach a destination that never exists. As always, it happens all the time.
A New Day Has Come
I'm...........okay. I reckon maybe.
I'm fine, just needed something to vent out my unhapiness.
No, it's not my teenage angst. My teenage status is soon to expire anyway. Ok, maybe it is.
I'm fine, just needed something to vent out my unhapiness.
No, it's not my teenage angst. My teenage status is soon to expire anyway. Ok, maybe it is.
Left Only Ashes
I thank all those who have killed all my passion that I have love for my education.
Heartiest congratulations, all my offers are expiring while some are already way off dead, especially the offers to study medicine. The only hope that I clung to is now completely broken, I have no way left to pursue my dreams in studying medicine. As for the rest of the offers, they are just waiting to evaporate up and vanish into thin air and never be heard of again. I vow that I will never look back and even think of them. Whatever decision I make in the future, don't come up to me and ask why the path of my life have lead on to the way that you do not fashion into. I don't care, just as how no one cares.
I thank further to all those who have attempted to murder the love that I have in writing.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. You can take me off from writing but you can never take away writing from me. So as long as I breathe, I shall write whenever I feel compelled to. Right now all I have is hatred and despair. If you do not find my words fit to your taste, LEAVE. I do not write as to please anybody's heart nor do I write as to polish anyone's shoes.
I thank the most to those who left me out in solitude, not giving out help when I already asked and begged for. When your time comes, I shall give you a better taste than of mine today.
My most thankful gratitude goes to the hypocrites who resuscitate my dying hopes and eventually left them out to die; those who give life back to my dreams and eventually only to let me see them wither away before my very own eyes.
Everything's burnt; my passion, my hopes, my dreams, my spirit, my heart. All the purpose of my existence have ceased. I now live as everyone's string puppet, directed to wherever people desires me to. Someday soon I'll cut off my strings and you'll see.
Heartiest congratulations, all my offers are expiring while some are already way off dead, especially the offers to study medicine. The only hope that I clung to is now completely broken, I have no way left to pursue my dreams in studying medicine. As for the rest of the offers, they are just waiting to evaporate up and vanish into thin air and never be heard of again. I vow that I will never look back and even think of them. Whatever decision I make in the future, don't come up to me and ask why the path of my life have lead on to the way that you do not fashion into. I don't care, just as how no one cares.
I thank further to all those who have attempted to murder the love that I have in writing.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. You can take me off from writing but you can never take away writing from me. So as long as I breathe, I shall write whenever I feel compelled to. Right now all I have is hatred and despair. If you do not find my words fit to your taste, LEAVE. I do not write as to please anybody's heart nor do I write as to polish anyone's shoes.
I thank the most to those who left me out in solitude, not giving out help when I already asked and begged for. When your time comes, I shall give you a better taste than of mine today.
My most thankful gratitude goes to the hypocrites who resuscitate my dying hopes and eventually left them out to die; those who give life back to my dreams and eventually only to let me see them wither away before my very own eyes.
Everything's burnt; my passion, my hopes, my dreams, my spirit, my heart. All the purpose of my existence have ceased. I now live as everyone's string puppet, directed to wherever people desires me to. Someday soon I'll cut off my strings and you'll see.
First Of May
I know, it's been a day late but...like always, it's better late than never. Here's a song for us to celebrate the day; it's been my favourite ever since until I grew tall.
When I was small,
And Christmas trees were tall,
We used to love while others used to play.
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,
Some one else moved in from far away.
Now we are tall,
And Christmas trees are small,
And you don't ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
But guess we'll cry come First of May.
The apple tree that grew for you and me,
I watched the apples falling one by one.
And I recall the moment of them all,
The day I kissed your cheek and you were mine.
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
Do do do do do do do do do...
Don't ask me why,
But time has passed us by,
Some one else moved in from far away...
First of May
By Bee Gees