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That confuse, that make you cry, that excite.
I find that most of my dreams have to do with water or falling. Like one time I dreamt that the slopes in the carpark became extremely steep and I was sliding on a never ending slope. It was so vivid I could feel my nails desperately scrapping the carved rings on the concrete. Tis no wonder I have a fear of heights :S
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Cold water.
Honey coloured skin.
Blonde hair.
A warm chest.
How much I desire to have seen your face.
I can only dream of my saviour.
PDA meet the hammer.
Hammer meet the PDA.
Now that you know each other, it’s time to get closer!
*SMASH SMASH SMASH*
Aftermath
That you feel so fucking frustrated with life. And when you try to make up for your stupid mistakes people just put you down, they discourage you and tell you it’s too late, that nothing can be done to save yourself. They’re the same people who eye you from the ledge, click their tongue and say that it’s easier to fall to your death than to struggle your way up. Interestingly it’s the same people who told you how they’d ‘help’ you in the beginning. Well you cheated my feelings and I no longer know where you stand.
The Phone Is Permanently Off The Hook.
And I have no idea how to tell you this
Just back off and let me GROW
Let me learn to be responsible
Let me do something
If you keep laying the stones out for me to walk on
I’m so tempted to kick them away
They’re burning coals
I don’t detest you
But I honestly am having a problem being honest with you.
I know you want to help
But you’re just going about it the wrong way.
I’ll find some way to tell you this.
Or maybe I won’t.
Just back off.
Nana You WATCH OUT!!!
Accursed stacks of paper!!!
I cannot wait to get you over and done with.
But before that, I need to study!!!
And fuck I will not stay back in year 1.
Thanks Mr Lim for being harsh.
Though you’re like so nice and such a softy it’s hard to get scolded by you.
And if you really get mad I’d feel guilty admittedly.
Sunil thanks for the lectures, you gave me more hope 
I AM DEFINITELY GOING TO PASS YEAR 1 DAMMIT
I WILL NOT FAIL.
And to calm myself now, a favourite poem of mine by Edgar Allen Poe.
No Prizes for guessing which poem 
I Broke My Friend’s Heart
Sorry Babe
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HAPPY
BIRTHDAY
FAITH!
See I dedicated one whole blogpost to ya!
Bella LOVES YOU!!
I used to claim that nothing could deter me from writing my complete and honest feelings in this blog. But apparently people prove me wrong. There’s many things that I wanna say and I can’t. It’s hard to keep secrets, not because you want to tell someone but rather it’s hard to break that person’s heart.
Polytechnic life has given me an experience unlike no other so far. The test of the true meaning of friendship. And through this test, I’ve discovered who and what true friends are. It’s true: Friends tell you the truth no matter how much it hurts. All those that find no fault in you are either hypocrites or not your friends. Because they don’t know you well enough. I can find at least one fault in every single one of my friends; some more, some less. Of course if they asked me to tell them what their faults are, I’d find in slightly difficult to tell them.
There are things I want to ask you. To ask you why. Why you thought of me that way. WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING BLIND?
I’ve cried tears over you, to be honest. And now all I want to do is I badly want to hate you. Hate you so blindly just as you have judged me. But my eyes are not dry, and my tears feel wasted over you. Because I’ve been stabbed twice. By you. You fucking LIAR. After the first time, did you not gain anything from it? Not even a bit of wisdom? Can’t you fucking grow up? I can’t depend on you any more. Trust? Even if everything goes back to ‘normal’, you will never fathom the trust that I had in you. Because you blindly stepped over it. Up till now, if you do read this, you won’t realise. Won’t realise what you’ve done. You’d stare at this paragraph, think awhile and in the end ‘It can’t be me.’ when it is YOU YOU YOU.
You that I abhor. Get away from me. I can’t smile if I see you. And if I pushed you away you’d be stupidly confused of course.
‘It can’t be me.’
Can It?
I hope this echoes in your fucking mind.
P.S. No it isn’t Dorothy.
