I'll be here.
for a good friend, who's in tears.
(though i doubt he'd ever read this)
"Promise me you'll always remember: you're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
-A.A Milne, Winnie the Pooh.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010,10:52 PM |
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i wrote this on my science notes, next to photosynthesis (;
You.
I want to see you play guitar
Hear your strumming loud and clear
Smile as you sing to me
Weaving endless melodies
Long to run my hands through your hair
Whisper secrets in your ear
Thread my fingers with your own
Feel your warmth through my chest
Yet we're separated far apart
Away from each other's beating heart
Ask the stars to sweeten your dreams
Pray that you sleep peacefully
I wait for the grey clouds to part
Because I believe that faith will last
Till I see your guitar again
Do think of me, when it rains.
hello people (;
yes, someone inspired me. now i'm writing poems big time. hahah.
they are beautiful ways are stitching up words to form songs of the heart.
i hope You get inspired.
byee.
Monday, September 27, 2010,5:11 PM |
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the many ways of saying those three little word.
Hint.
I,
Like knowing that he thinks of me
Often enough to make birds sing
Vivacious blossoms blooming free
Each hummingbird gives me a wink.
Yellow sunshine bathes my skin
Offer me a handful of hints
Up above, a cupid wins.
if you're having second doubts, yes dear, this is for you. (:
goodnight dear.
"Our love is like the wind... I can't see it, but I sure can feel it."-Landon, A Walk To Remember.
Another poetic moment (;
Waiting.
Waiting for the door to open
To see the flowers bloom
Waiting to see your face
Come running where darkness looms
As I sit here, patiently still
My mind wanders to those days
Where we would run up the hill
To listen to the winds of May
I remember the shine in your eyes
Thinking they would make diamonds shy
Your voice weaving tiny white lies
Blinding me with the sparkles of the sky
You said you would come back
With a heart full of commitment and cash
"Wait here by the old dirt track,"
Bring me a bouquet with a sash
I've lost count of missing you
Lingering my gaze upon the stars
Hoping your heart feels a pull
For my love for you is still behind bars.
Saturday, September 25, 2010,7:21 PM |
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"i want to knit you a sweater, and you wrap you up in my love."
yes, that's what made a girl close her eyes with a smile.
and you know what, she slept through the night.
I have no idea why
Your name is stuck in my mind
Said pain heals as time goes by
But my heart can't leave you behind
We've been apart for years
Maybe absence pulls us near
All you letters I treasure
Every goodbye makes me linger
At times my heart ponders
How you took my breath away
What would happen if I'd stayed
Just wished we had a few more days
You are a brilliant boy
Athletic, smart, the envy
I'm just a girl, who's envious
How would we ever, fall in love
Our connection didn't last
But the love didn't die either
Survived the distance, all odds
You burn deep within my heart's core
Hey, if we ever meet again
Maybe I'd step towards you
Or turn my back against this
Pity, fairy tales, don't exist.
a poem i wrote while avoiding pmr model papers. it was some time ago.
just wanted to share a little something with the world. (:
Friday, September 24, 2010,11:34 PM |
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my brother fed me his dougnut. aww (;
Hah :D just got off the phone with this person with a deep sexy voice.
so matured from his previous jumpy and twitchy one I mistakened him for someone else.
I apologise okay? (: aww. who knew you'd grow up?
hahaha. hey, i meant it in a good way.
this has further proven that
Fridays are
happy days. I get to
sleep in the next day, wake up with the sun actually shining on my face, and go downstairs for a
proper breakfast where I can
sit and enjoy my tea while flipping through the newspaper. Oh, and chuck scraps to the kitty with a good aim.
go fridays!
Lingering Goodbyes.
Just elated to know that there are actually people who reads my poor, neglected blog.
Okay, at least there is a someone.
Someone who makes me dig out all the hidden RM1 notes to reload my phone credit because there is no way I'm gonna let go of the red ones.
who knew?
This was supposed to be a happy post. One about a happy conversation with friendly parental invasion, the recent trials, and oh, the highly-anticipated raya party.
Never forgetting The Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins.
Hah, this already puts a smile on my face.
I think this is the Hunger Game's phenomenal effect.
Or some left over happiness from the phonecall.
who knows?
(; let me just breathe in deep, and smile.
for once, I will not let the world rob me of my smiles.
Saturday, September 4, 2010,10:15 PM |
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happy birthday.
A good friend of mine celebrated his birthday yesterday.
But I didn't call him, or text him a happy birthday lest leave a message on his facebook.
oh how he must hate me now.
I guess dislike can turn into hate easily, right?
I didn't know how to dial his number without feeling a strange lonely feeling.
If this precedes, our friendship will be over.
This is the part where Penang turns ugly.
Yes, when everybody asks me how Penang is, of course I'll give them their favourite answer, my safest reply.
"Penang? Awesome food I'd never be tired of."
If someone had the sensibility to question this answer, I might have the gall to pour my heart out about Penang.
The Penang who robbed me of my friends.
Idiots for males and sluts for females.
I'm sorry. I know it was harsh and it was based on my own equally unsensible judgement.
Forgive me, I take it back.
Better to find ways to mend a friendship than sit around and sulk.
I admit: It never was sweet ol' Penang's fault.
Thanks for the cendol, still.