Taking One Step at a Time

Life-Saving Bouy

2012-02-13T17:11:00.002+08:00

I hope that, I can be your life saving buoy.

One that you can hold on to,

whenever you are feeling helpless.

I learnt...

from the previous events,

that I should not give you empty promises.

I also learnt that...

The hurt can't just diminish,

from a single word of apology.

Thus...

I will try to be there,

for you.

like how you were,

for me.

If possible,

I would like to be the life-saving buoy,

you can rely on,

you can hold on to,

you can grab on,

when you are helpless,

when your legs couldn't feel the depths of an ocean of worrying,

when you meet something bad.

Touch wood.

May I?

4 Monkeys and a Huge Watermelon

2012-02-06T22:04:00.002+08:00

4 monkeys chance upon a huge watermelon.
They decided to bring it home for dinner.
Each agreeing to carrying the watermelon with equal strength,
they headed back home.

Some time later, a monkey had a thought.
"What if I use less strength to carry it?
The other 3 will still be able to carry it nevertheless."
With that, it uses less strength to carry the watermelon.

Never did he knew that,
the 3 fellow monkeys actually thought of the same thing.
Without enough support,
the huge watermelon fell and broke into pieces.

Moral of the story?
Go figure.

I'mma.

2012-02-03T00:07:00.002+08:00

I have decided.

I'mma knock on that door first thing tomorrow.

You feel free to lock me out.
I'mma still try my best to reconnect our bonds.

In Pain... Myself and I

2012-02-02T23:34:00.004+08:00

I feel like clutching my chest.
There is no physical injuries
that could be seen through the naked eyes.
for these are...
marks of confusion in the heart.

Wishing to take another step,
to stretch out that hand,
to knock on that door,
to say hello,
to have fun again...
together.

...yet so hard...

It is so easy to turn off every humanity that's left in me,
but she won't allow it.
It feels so good just to throw everything away,
but that just isn't me.

Always warped and tortured by the split personalities,
I couldn't help but fight.
So near the battle almost ended,
yet I know that it is merely beginning.

Couldn't we go back to being friends again,
you and I?
It seems like yesterday,
the joy of calling each other bro-s.

A reply for each sms-s would suffice,
noting that,
you have truly forgiven me
for the wrongs I did.
for being the wretched person I was,
I am.

Who's winning now?
Between myself and I...
lets hope that evil shall not triumph,
for I would lose her,
you,
everything,
and myself.

I am so alike to my dad...
Words, actions and thoughts never seems be in synced.
Words came out first,
unthoughtful of.
Actions came out next,
unthoughtful of.

When thoughts finally came out clearly,
it was all too late.
But most of his words, actions and thoughts are all about his family,
Pure concern for each member.

I would really like to have a discussion...
face to face.

Now I understand, what is it like to be the ones around me,
constantly trying to enter the icy fortress - I built around myself.
And I also understood that... it isn't the whole world who turned against me,
but I...
who turned against the whole world,
shutting all out,
flipping off the switch of my humanity.

Shattered...

2012-01-18T01:28:00.003+08:00

I can hear so many hearts being shattered...
one by one...
all because of a jerk.

I really am not cut out for anything, like dad said.
I really am.... a failure.

Friends, ties, bonds, family.... F.O.S

2012-01-17T00:31:00.000+08:00

In this world, there are no such things as friends and comrades.
Everything is merely a facade we choose to believe in.
By calling you a friend, I actually laid myself bare, entrusting my trust in you.
A fool, I was.
A genius, you were.
Friends are merely, nicknames that we call each other.
Tools of conduct.

I was once a person who would try to break all kinds of rules and regulations because some were really stupid, set by fools.
Fine. Let me stick to the rules and regulations for a change. I will set my own too.
I will set the rules, to a point that you are unable to argue.
Break any one of the rules, I will make sure you have a pleasant dream in MMU.

From now on, beware of me. Since you used me, took me for granted, I will still try my best to please you.
But beware, since you touched a side of me I held back for so long. I will make sure that you kiss that fury.

Don't worry, its nothing personal.
Friends? :)

We are merely Humans

2012-01-16T01:45:00.002+08:00

Flesh and blood,
merely protected by a thin piece of skin,
we are nothing,
but Humans.

Far away from God,
we are unable to throw lightning like Zeus,
divide the sea like Poseidon.
we are nothing,
but Humans.

We don't use our brains,
to figure,
to think,
of the others,
except for ourselves.

How selfish,
indeed,
we are.
For we are nothing,
but humans.

Failing to plan,
is equal to
planning to fail.

Failing to think,
is equal to
thinking of failing.

We are nothing but humans,
for we cannot consider things that
we we once comfortable with,
in a logical way.

We are indeed, merely humans.

My Dream 'Packs'

2012-01-14T00:05:00.002+08:00

A good sweat out,

I gasped.

Sometimes,

panted.

Minutes before,

hesitation was all over the atmosphere.

The first fifteen times were always the hardest.

So were the last set.

One...

Two...

Three...

Hundred and twenty!

A mini gym,

mine,

3 different kits,

8 sets a session.

Always loved a good sweat out.

Another form of relieving my stress.

Let's aim for 150,

for the dream packs.

那些年 - Song of the Week

2012-01-07T22:37:00.002+08:00

那些年，我们一起追的女孩电影主题曲

作曲：木村充利

填词：九把刀

又回到最初的起点

记忆中你青涩的脸

我们终于来到了这一天

桌垫下的老照片

无数回忆连结

今天男孩要赴女孩最后的约

又回到最初的起点

呆呆地站在镜子前

笨拙系上红色领带的结

将头发梳成大人模样

穿上一身帅气西装

等会儿见你一定比想像美

好想再回到那些年的时光

回到教室座位前后　故意讨你温柔的骂

黑板上排列组合　你舍得解开吗

谁与谁坐他又爱着她

那些年错过的大雨

那些年错过的爱情

好想拥抱你　拥抱错过的勇气

曾经想征服全世界

到最后回首才发现

这世界滴滴点点全部都是你

那些年错过的大雨

那些年错过的爱情

好想告诉你　告诉你我没有忘记

那天晚上满天星星

平行时空下的约定

再一次相遇我会紧紧抱着你

紧紧抱着你

I can't stop listening to this song...

It soothes me somehow,

keeping my emotions and mind calm...

Please forgive me...

I really don't feel like speaking when I am throwing my childish tantrums...

for...

I really don't know what to speak of...

2.0.1.2

2012-01-03T00:04:00.002+08:00

Everyone says that 2012 is going to be a drastic year, anticipating the arrival of Armageddon. Rumors are spreading on how everything may cease to exist in the year of 2012. I am fearful, yes.

But that will not be stopping my spirit.

2012, new year, new plans, new target.

I want to be a better person.

I want to win, beat myself and the others.

I want to be a better president of my Swimming Club.

I want to be a better boyfriend of my cute pig pig.

I want to set better plans.

I want to achieve the ABOVE!

What ever happened to the guy that first wrote a blog in 2008? Where has he gone to?

Let 2012 arrive, touch wood. However, if one is to stop at the current point just because one hears news on how destiny is coming to an end... It might be better if to end it now, instead of waiting for months to come.

2012.

I must be someone, different.

I must set a limit on how much I can play (computer games, and all)

I must finish reading The Edge each week.

I must finish reading at least one set of Newspapers each day.

I must complete all tutorials given per week.

I must swim at least 20 laps each swimming session. (16 feet length pool)

I must not lose my temper so quickly.

I must smile when facing any problems.

I must be a better planner (in club, in my own life, and all)

I must save more.

I must learn to be a great investor.

I must not play games during weekdays.

I must write all important dates in my calender.

I must not have a messy cupboard, closet, and all.

I must.... be a better boyfriend, friend, president, leader, guide, stranger and all.

2012.

I must.

2013,

I really want to find a suitable successor.

I really want to create an ....

Inter-varsity Swimming Competition!!!

First Light

2011-11-10T00:18:00.004+08:00

In a rush, without a clear state of mind, I bought my first pack of cigarette. Yes, my first pack of cigarette.

Marlboro Menthol, with green packaging and the familiar warning - about smoking being the first reason of lung cancers - on the cover of the packet. My inner selves were battling. One told me to be bold and just do it. One told me to pass by the store without even glancing at the packets of cigarettes displayed at the cashier.

I bought it in the end, with RM10.

I don't know why do I feel so pent up for... nor do I understand what I am thinking about. The stress is just there yet no matter how I tire myself. The stress is there. Somewhat nostalgic, I felt like I was back in my Form 4 days.

The same feeling, all in my mind.
Somewhat afraid, I took out my first cigarette.
With a flick, I tried lighting it up.
I failed.
The wind was too strong at the 18th floor of Ixora.
I switched off the fan at the living room.
I tried again.
This time, the flicking sound wasn't there.
The lighter has gotten rusty and couldn't provide me a flame.

I stood there,
at my balcony asking God,
whether is He actually stopping myself from lighting up my first cigarette?
There was no answer except for the cool wind wafting the smell of tobacco into my nose.
I have bought the pack and I am not giving up that soon.

There was few more flicks.
This time, I succeeded.
I did not inhale as I lighted it up.
Instead, I watched it burn.
The flames were licking and making their way to the cigarette butt.

I shivered,
put the cigarette to my lips...
and inhaled.
There was a blank note in my mind.
A state of emptiness as I inhaled.
I could feel the deadly smoke entered my mouth,
my throat,
and my lungs.

I exhaled.
Slowly.
Deeply.
I did not choke.
Everything was done almost perfectly.

There was one unfamiliar and cool sensation.
One that spreaded in my throat.
I felt a sense of calmness.
It was a psychological effect from smoking.
I have always wanted to try, but did not dare to.

I felt better now.
With most of the stress gone,
I could breathe well.
I could think well.

Silly me,
Sin yee Sis chastised me in the phone.
I chatted with her and I felt even better.
She did not reprimand me for smoking.
Brother and Sis would never scold me because they think that I wouldn't do any stupid stuff.

My first light,
made me felt better.
My first light,
fulfilled my wish.
My first light,
reminded me of who I am.

I took a break from the usual me.
I told myself I would turn myself off for the day,
and I almost flipped the switch today.
Life is full of shit, worries and troubles.

I can't help myself but... I really couldn't bring myself to smile for awhile.
You may judge me,
but once you get into my shoes, my position, my role,

Who knows, maybe I will offer you my Marlboro Menthol.

Pumping Up

2011-10-28T00:56:00.003+08:00

Semester 2 started with the dratted supplementary exam. It continued with setting up the club's booth on the 2nd week. Our swimming session/training also started on the 2nd week. Time passes so fast that I haven't really sat down and day-dreamed for 2 weeks.

Each time I sat down, there will either be newspapers or stuff I have to do in a limited time. Am I loving this life? Yes. I love it. Makes me feel that I am alive, at the same time, dead. There are still alot of things for me to learn and cope.

I am glad, really glad that in semester 2, we have a few new members who signed up with our club. It makes us feel worthwhile to set up this club. I am not sure if the others feel like this, but C.C's and I felt our confidence increasing.

We can do it for sure. I am only trying to protect and set up something that I love. The only difference between this semester's and last semester is that this time, I am also going to pump up my studies.

I can feel my concentration wavering now. I am slowly writing rubbish... Haha.
The curtains have yet to be washed and I am gazing at the street lights. They sparkle and shine so brightly with the moon as their companion. Its nice and peaceful right now.

Time to go to bed.
It will be another day, tomorrow.

Never Drop, Never Break, Never Fall. Again.

2011-10-15T20:25:00.005+08:00

I will never drop the things I have to do again.
I will never break down like this again.
I will never fall down and give up like this again.

I once told myself this during my form 5 years.
I can do that again.
I don't need their recognition.
I have my own willpower to do so.
So...

I am gonna say this again, to myself.
Never drop, never break, never fall.

Once I am successful enough, I will throw everything back at them.
Can't view the words clearly?
Here.

EVERYTHING!

Just you wait.
I don't need it. Your recognition.
I don't need anyone's.
I will continue smiling, just to show you how damn happy I am.

That Young Boy

2011-10-10T22:05:00.005+08:00

He grinned as he sat on the passenger seat. His dad was behind the wheels whose firm grip emits a calming sense of security and responsibility. This struck a chord in his heart. It was truly strange and remarkable as it has been a long time since he felt this way - even for such a brief moment.

He smiled.

His dad always seem to know each path, each road and each way. No traffic can prove to be a challenge for his dad. His dad used to point at different landmarks to share memories and time, once spent there.

But he has always been fearful of his dad since a long way back. Almost since the day he was born. It was hardly comfortable with his dad alone in a car as he grew up. Mistakes were best avoided. Strays down the wrong paths normally would end up in a long-winding lecture or in the worst case scenario... a beating.

Today was a different case. The warmth he felt briefly was there. Once.
And now that he thought back at the nostalgic feeling, he felt two other emotions. One was envy. The other was more like a silent promise, a silent vow. He felt envy because he saw through his own eyes that most kids were able to laugh and joke around with their father. In his cases, he couldn't at most times. Things between him and his dad were more like a silent atmosphere. He was always fearful of the wrong things he may say.

That atmosphere would turn nasty then... Sigh.

About that silent promise he made to himself and only himself was about his future kids. He knew that as he wrote this, some would snicker and chuckle. Some would even sneer and jeer. Nobody ever thought that far, and its true. Most people don't.

Perhaps it was because of his past, he didn't really want the same thing to happen to his kids. He want a beautiful childhood for his kids. A childhood where he can play a role as a parent at the same time, a friend. How good it must have felt to always be able to communicate smoothly with one's parent(s) without the fear of being roughly corrected.

People do make mistakes and he must admit, he made more than an average person did. He took note of each mistakes made. Therefore... he believes that he should correct and amend the mistakes by talking to his future kids softly and gently.

There wouldn't be a gap like what he strongly believes exists between his dad and himself. If he ever have a son, he would carry his son as he moves on from infancy to adolescence. He would hold hands as his son grows up to become a teenager. He would clap his son's back and give him unending support as his son becomes an adult.

That would have truly changed the way both father and son would communicate.
Bonding.

That young boy would have grown up in a different way. But as time passes, that 'old guy' - no longer a young boy - doesn't regret at all. Not a bit. This is actually who he really is. Sometimes good, while sometimes bad.

That young boy.
P.S: Picture was copied and taken from a search at Google.com. This picture was not taken by myself. All rights and copyrights should be rightfully issued to the rightful person who took this picture.

Forgotten You... and I

2011-08-17T01:18:00.003+08:00

Today...
I made a mistake.
A grave one.
One that I regretted instantly.

I understand that you think about me~
I understand that you care for me~
I understand that you love me~

I admit that, I have forgotten that I should call you,
to let you know my whereabouts,
to ensure you a peace of mind...

I abused your care and concern today...
I admit that~
There are a tons of excuses that flashed through my brain again,

saying that we were having dinner till late at night,
saying that the club suddenly wants to have a tennis match with me,
saying that we we watching the Water Sports Club have their activities...

My love,
I admit that it is truly my fault,
not having fully charged my phone before going out,
and not updating you where I was earlier.

Everyone,
girl or boy,
would be mad.
That, I understand too.

Please be 100% mad at me cause it is my bad~
but~
erm~
but~

Don't be too angry~
cause you will get more wrinkles when we grow old together,
my love.

:-*
Tonight...
I forgotten myself.

Tonight...
I forgotten you.

From tonight onwards,
I will constantly charge my phone daily.
Because I want to know that~

You may call me anytime~
caring about me,
telling me about your day.

Muackz.

My Angel

2011-08-11T02:50:00.004+08:00

I have always ranted and raved about the non-existence of God,
of HIM.
I still did.
Till I met this girl,
this girl who changed my everything

I have ranted and raved for approximately,
18 years.
So long,
since the day I was born.

Did HE really forsake me...?
Now that I looked back,
no.
HE did not.

He is too busy attending to those who simply called O.M.G.
Thus,
HE sent me an Angel.
An angel who stood by me.

How,
can an ASSHOLE + JERK + BASTARD + SUCKER,
like me
get to be with such a kind Angel...?

HE really is too kind.
Way too Kind...
Why treat me this well when I did all that bad stuff when I was young?
I don't understand YOU at all.
Neither do I understand myself...

It has been a long time since I last told someone of myself.
A part of me that nobody really knows.
Not even you,
Dear Blog...

Do you know that, Dear Blog,
I would delete posts after I wrote them,
disallowing them to be posted and...
seen?

You have been my companion since I was Form 3...
I am not a good companion,
as I have stopped writing and blogging
half a year ago.

Have the feelings died?
No.
It evolved.
I can't find the previous feelings in writing anymore.

I found a new one.
And... I found a person who gave me everything without asking anything.
One who would listen to me,
and not complain.

I nearly strayed down the path of darkness tonight,
10-8-2011.
Almost,
like what I did during my Form 4 days...

How scary,
and nostalgic.
and silly.
and foolish.

She... held out her hand,
She... lent me her shoulder,
She... wrapped her arms around me,
She... wiped my tears away,
She... gave me courage to continue walking,
She... gave me choices,

She... is my everything.

I love you.
I really do.
I love you.

And I will always love you,
not because you gave me a reason to continue living,
but because, you are my everything.
My Everything.

This silly angel of mine,
my girlfriend,
my 'wife',
my companion.

Another post dedicated for you,
with all my love and soul.
A post,
Just for you.

8 letters,
3 words,
1 meaning.

I Love You.

No matter how dark the sky seems to be,
how dark my world seems to revolve,
how dark my mood seems to swing,
You were always there...

You are always the light that shines above me,
guiding me,
giving me your everything.
Just like a city lighting up the horizon.

I Love You.

A Villain or a Hero. It doesn't Matter

2011-08-03T01:41:00.002+08:00

I would rather be the bad guy,
who acts as a villain,
as long as I can be your shield.
Someone who you can rely on,
when everything seems down...

You are someone who changed my everything,
someone who took this mask away.

A villain, or a hero.
I don't really mind,
as long as I can make you smile. :)

Waiting For Your Return

2011-06-17T19:14:00.002+08:00

I have to admit... Its been a very long time since we last really had a heart-to-heart talk. We finally did, last night 16-6-2011. Having that heart-to-heart talk, it made me love you more, and made me notice how important you're to me.

Today, you left Malacca and flew to Sarawak, drawing a distance between us, separated by an ocean between the East and West of Malaysia.

Nothing has changed.

Not my love for you,
Not my longing for you,
Not my care and concern for you.

My love, take care of yourself during the time that I can't hold your hand to give you warmth and everything that you need.
I will be waiting for you at the East of Malaysia, waiting for you to fly back from the West of Malaysia.

The Path Ahead

2011-06-01T21:11:00.002+08:00

I had actually wanted the title to be The Unknown Path Ahead. However, I have already guessed or foreseen the path ahead. It may seemed easier since I have an advantage of understanding what I have to do in the future, but the truth is...

Life is never easy.

Sigh... It will definitely be bumpy and rocky. I have almost mastered the way of brushing those emotional feelings aside during the past year. So long have I not mention whatever that's kept inside.

Even when I am writing this post, I wanted to delete it as soon as I typed the first alphabet. Part of me wanted to finish it. The other part did not. Nevertheless, I still did. Let it be a practice in writing something then.

As I was saying... its been quite a long time since I last wrote out what I feel... Before that, I would like to state that even men, if not, guys, do have that 'period' of time where they become emotional or 'emo'. I read it from the newspapers. Scientifically proven?

I agree.

Guys do have that length of time. Unconvinced? Ask yourself sincerely. Its okay to say it out loud that you're 'emo-ing'. I am right now... of the path ahead. Somethings have turned out unexpectedly... Must I prove myself yet again to change one's thoughts? How tiring it will be.

Yes, what he expects and believes are for the best, for me. Still... I dislike the thought of having my sense of direction being determined by another, be it my parent. I want to prove him wrong again. Then again... I lack the strength to do that currently... Can someone just pat on my shoulder and say, "You can do it!" ?

Unbelievable. I am actually doing something immature. She's right. One doesn't have to grow up that soon. Enjoy while you can.

Trapped between two different voices, what path should I take? My own I guess. I will take the path I have always taken. Not pointed by others. One of my own. Let's take one step at a time for now. I will definitely see the light then.

And then... there's this problem about not having my own transport... To be honest... I studied so hard solely for one reason... My own car... Not concerned whether it's second handed or not, it's still a car, nevertheless.

Sigh... there goes my dream of fetching my love to work...
Sigh... there goes my dream of not being able to stay with my love next year...
Sigh... there goes my dream of not being able to make her stay in Malacca for her internship the following year...

All that I know in my mind was not the word E.M.O.
It was ... C.R.A.P...

I grow deeply disappointed if I do not receive what I aimed for. Is it because I aimed too high sometimes, or that my attitude towards my goal should change? I lived this way since I was young... To change, its not impossible. More like, improbable.

Like Allen Walker in D-grayman, what else should he do other than to keep walking? You may fall or break your stride, but do not forget to get back on your tracks. This, I told myself throughout the year which I had taken my SPM.

I WILL PROVE IT THAT I AM NOT LIKE ANYONE SAID!
NOT LIKE ANYONE DETERMINED!
NOT LIKE ANYONE LOOKED DOWN UPON!

My name is Larry Tan Eng Hau! And I expect my name to pop up somewhere, for the better!
Let's do it! Paris, Italy, Greece, Germany! I want them all!
Fair-lady, Porsche, Jaguar, Rolls Royce! I want them all!

I dare to dream, no matter how much I contradicted myself throughout this post, lets do it!

20 YEARS TIME!

一个小小的举动。

2011-05-27T23:44:00.003+08:00

难得我从马六甲回来，
载公公去拿了药，
还了地税，

还有，
带公公去买了
已好久没吃
的油条。

还记得小时候，
一条油条，
配着一杯咖啡，
真是美味啊。

看着公公笑着，
那也是一种幸福。

What If

2011-05-01T00:54:00.004+08:00

It has been quite awhile since I last left a trail of words here, in my own very space. Blogger.com has even requested for me to log-in - when it normally doesn't as google allows a user to stay signed in his/her account for 2 weeks.

Obviously, I hadn't been blogging for more than 2 weeks. What made me came back to this almost forgotten memory of mine? I have been thinking of 2 words - What If. It all happened today, on the last day of April of 2011 - 30/4/2011.

My love went to MMU Cyberjaya's Campus to attend an event - MMU Award. As we will be going out on a date at night, she asked if we would like to watch a movie, Thor. I agreed right away. She asked if I could reserve 2 seats for the movie, and I agreed right away too.

It was my first time reserving seats for a movie in GSC. I thought I only had to sign into my account, key in the date and time I would like to view the movie, and thats all.

It wasn't so simple. I have forgotten one very very important point - the 6-digit number that was given to me after I reserved the seats. Crap... We ended up watching nothing but air in Dataran Pahlawan...

What if I have not forgotten to take note of the 6-digit number? I would be able to watch the movie then...
What if I have not taken the road which we would meet up with a few traffic lights? We would have arrived D.Pahlawan earlier...
What if we have arrived at D.Pahlawan earlier than what we expected? We would have been
able to purchase the tickets then...

Too many What IF-s. It is the same question as What If I bought more of XXX shares when it was going up? What If I cut losses earlier when the stock was going plunge?

No. That is a wrong way to think. It just doesn't works that way. If it does and you knew what would happen, you wouldn't be a mere human, but a God, if not, a fortune-teller.

However, the day didn't ended with regrets and disappointment. It never will, when you're going out with my bright dear. Hahaha~

On the way back home, we debated on where to go. After deciding halfheartedly, we headed home. Along the way, she accidentally saw that Music Cafe near Malacca Ray was open, for the first time! I made a turn to the left, and we circled the area to check if what she saw was true.

It was! It finally was! Every time we passes by Music Cafe, we were greeted with its protective door made up of metal with the sign - Closed. It was different this time.

We stepped into the Cafe, tasting a brand new environment. My mind relaxed as the soothing and soft background music surrounded us. The cafe has this unique ambience. Simply magnificent~!

All anger just left me, gone with the music.

What if my love didn't saw that Music Cafe was open? I would have never gotten the chance to take this picture...

A date was still a date~ With her, no dates could end up bad.
Thanks, love~
Even though we weren't able to watch a movie together, still, we were able to share this soothing ambiance together.

These Few Days~

2011-02-21T19:59:00.002+08:00

Hahaha I am back again,
right at this blogger's dashboard of mine,
wanting to write something yet was doing other stuff.

My subwoofers were set-up.
The background music surrounded me again,
this time though,
a whole lot louder,
yet they don't hurt my ears.

Its time I come back to this home of mine,
not that something bad had happened though.
Merely, its time for me to get back into writing.

I will skip the days that have passed by,
there was just too much to tell.
One day, was clear as a bell to me.

It was Valentine's Day,
spent with her.
My best Valentine's Day with her.

Hahaha although it was a week's ago,
I could still remember it,
as a clear as bell. :-)

Since the new semester has started,
life has been quite busy somehow,
busier than the previous semester.

Full speed ahead!
Oh~
Forgot to mention this very important detail~

I am going to have another trip,
with my love
and our friends.

Bon.... Voyage~!
See you guys,
my good friends,
my good buddies,
in less than a week's time.

"Defrosted"

2011-02-01T00:26:00.002+08:00

There was once a boy,
who has his heart,
sealed.

Sealed,
within his deep and dark,
corner.

He,
learnt to protect himself,
the wrong way.

All he felt was,
nothing,
but coldness.

It wasn't the weather.
It was the storm,
brewing in his heart.

A girl,
with no fear,
entered his icy world.

She taught him to,
let go of everything,
and smile his own very smile.

An ice man like him,
defrosted by,
a colorful her.

* An Ice man like me, defrosted by a colourful you.
To~ Her~ :)

The Talk On Strangers

2011-01-30T21:45:00.003+08:00

Although I have written three to four posts on how two person can come together when they are strangers not long ago, I am still intrigued and still very interested in writing posts like this. I have to admit, the ideas are quite close and quite stereotyped.

However, I can't keep the word Strangers out of my head. Perhaps it is due to my habit of imagining things. A simple idea yet it can be revolved into a story that is one of a kind. Imagine this, another could-be idea of mine.

As I walked in a shopping mall, my vision was all over the place. There were kids running around the place. Some would cry and asks for ice-cream. There were couples who held hands and maintained at steady paces. There were retailers who stood outside their shops and handing out brochures.

I entered a cafe and sat at a place where I could have a good view at the people around me. I noticed a thin wall of glass which separated two tables. A man, who wore glasses was reading newspaper at the table.

Just then, the waiters and waitresses shouted "Welcome" and a lady walked in the cafe. At the same time, my iced lemon tea was placed carefully on my table. I nodded my thanks at the waitress. At first, I thought the female customer was heading to the table the man was seating.

I was wrong. She sat down at the table right next to the man's, only to be separated by a thin wall of glass. The lady took out a book and started reading. I couldn't clearly see the title of the book. I could only see two words - "Eat Pray" - and I could guess the name of the book. It was the book now being directed into a movie - "Eat Pray Love".

He could see her, and she could see him. And I...erm, I could see both of them, and what they were doing. [P.S: I am not a stalker :), haha I was just observing the people around me]

As the man noticed there was this beautiful lady who sat right 'next' to him, he shifted into a more comfortable position. The newspaper, was now laid on the table. He sipped his coffee and directed his vision to the lady. Coincidentally, the lady noticed him looking at her.

Smiling and feeling a little embarrassed having been noticed, the man lifted his cup of coffee and nodded politely at the lady. The lady, returned the gesture, only with a glass of iced tea instead of a cup of coffee.

Now is the interesting part. What could have happened after the politeful gestures? Would the man continue reading his newspapers? Would the lady place her book down and order some food?

I must disappoint everybody. I do not know the answer. Why, you may ask? For my friend had arrived and we started to chat for a long time. My friend and I chatted on the current situation of studies and what plans do we have after our studies. The time flies. It was soon to be 2p.m, and the movie is starting soon.

When I called for the bill, I shifted my vision to the place where the man and lady had sat 'together'. The lady was still there, reading her book while the man was nowhere to be seen. What could have happened when I was chatting with my friend? This question keeps popping up of my head.

A simple question can somehow be written into a very long story.
A simple question can somehow, change the lives of two strangers.

I guess I could never know the answer, unless I create one of my own. The man, who could have been attracted to the lady at first sight, may have summoned enough courage to ask her for her contact. The word "How" could be another path to this story.

You may also ask, why do I have so much time to think about these nonsensical ideas. I have to admit, I like thinking about these ideas. It is only that I am not too good of a writer to write a complete story. I would get stuck at the very beginning of one. Let time takes its course, I may be able to, someday. A complete story on The Talk on Strangers.

Song of the Week - 没关系

2011-01-30T21:15:00.002+08:00

By ：吴克群 - 没关系

你离开的时候没有一句
没有一句对不起
对不起是我太执迷
你离开的时候没有一句
没有一句话说清
说清楚（你）离开的原因
也许他可靠他实际他不一样
他能够给你安全感不是梦想
谁还在乎一起傻傻的说过那些话
没关系我们分了没关系
这不是你的问题
是我没那个福气
没福气却又爱上你
就算哭了没关系
这不是你的问题
痛痛快快给我一句
没关系没关系没关系
爱情里面总有一个比较傻
要怪就怪我放不下
痛苦给我
幸福留给你和他
没关系没关系没关系

I really like the melody of this song~ : )

Teardrops of Heaven

2011-01-30T20:58:00.003+08:00

Pit pat, pit pat, pit pat. The visible sound of rain as it hits the aluminium porch, as though Heaven is crying for some reasons - unknown. I was at my usual position again, which I would be - everytime I am back at Johor.

I couldn't see the road 100 metres ahead. The heavy rain blinded my vision somehow. All that I sense was the pit-patting sounds of the rain, big drops of them. The water soon rise up from the drains, creating a small and natural pool.

The trees stood firm at the harsh wind, blowing like a banshee. I was comfortable though, as I was inside the house, looking from my all-too-familiar position. I wouldn't trade my seat for anything if someone was to ask me whether I would like to go out of the house or not. Never.

A day has almost passed. It is nightfall already. The birds have gone back to their nests. The dogs are resting and enjoying the cool rain. The streetlights lit up, by themselves. A new Chinese song filled the silence of my room and I, fell asleep - into a deep slumber.

When I opened my eyes, it was still raining. It has been like this three to four times now. Before I went to a world of my own, it was raining. When I opened my eyes to face the reality, it was still raining.

Oh, Heavens. Are you crying somehow? If you are, could you share with us, why are you being so sad these days?

I have begun to resent the rain. Hate it to the extremes. It was too troublesome, having to settle some bills when it is raining. Too time consuming whenever there is a traffic jam just because the traffic lights are out due to lightning.

Sigh, thinking positively and looking at the bright side of things, what is the use of resentment when it could do nothing but harm your own body? Taking it slow, I looked out of the window and said to myself, forget it...

Let's just enjoy the teardrops of Heaven, from my comfy and familiar seat.

The Best Love Story

2011-01-27T16:16:00.003+08:00

I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run
You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess,
It’s a love story, baby, just say yes

The few lines above was sang by Ms. Taylor Swift - Love Story.
I am sure everyone had dreamt of his or her version of love stories,
Some were like fairy tails~
Where the boy would be the prince,
and the girl would be the princess.

Some likes love stories,
written by authors,
set-up in a dreamland,
one of a kind.

When I was young,
I too,
would dream of being a prince (Cough cough)
and my future girlfriend,
a princess.
And that was years ago~

As I grew up,
I found out that the best love story,
isn't read from a book,
isn't made up like a fairy tail's.

But it is one that you and I had created,
together.
It doesn't have to be made up of only words,
but also,
captured via pictures,
leaving our precious moments spent together. :)

I am looking forward to~
creating the best love story,
with you.

Song of the Week - 重生

2011-01-15T11:37:00.002+08:00

（我和僵尸有个约会Ⅲ插曲）
　曲:刘以达词:黄文广
By: 何晶晶

似梦片段正在发生心跳感觉愈难自禁
一笑一语多迷人吸引
身边有你伴着行甜蜜是温暖声音
犹令我在这刻如重生
似梦似幻却又最真心里感应愈来愈近
紧闭双眼跟情人一吻
真心意最是动人无言地交托一生
回谢你是勇敢和诚恳
无限宇宙远大无涯在这虚渺花花世界
也许真正的爱才是伟大
重拾美妙放浪情怀是你使我开展眼界
看清方向找到明日那路牌
漆黑天空浮现闪闪星火
愈是漆黑星愈璀璨明亮发光
漆黑之中燃着浪漫恋火
但愿相依一直相爱唯独你是最爱

(歌词转自音魁网 www.inkui.com）

Adaption

2011-01-12T02:06:00.005+08:00

She isn't there anymore,
no longer by my side,
no longer mine...

We used to laugh together,
at everything,
at anything...

We used to dance together,
our little dance,
at our favourite songs...

We were once a team,
when you used to sing,
while I played the guitar...

She is gone now,
somewhere near,
yet so far...

And I,
need to begin to learn to adapt,
living on my own.

Laughing... on my own,
Dancing... on my own,
Playing the guitar... on my own.

Do you know...?
Adapting a new life isn't that hard...
Adapting a new life without you is...

My friend, if you ever see this post someday, I hope you forgive me. Forgive me for trying to put myself in your shoes, for attempting to understand your feelings, for trying to think like you. My friend... although I dare not say that I can understand you fully right to the core of your heart, but believe me, I do understand, at least, the surface of what you felt... I know the path you're walking now isn't well paved, but at least, to let you know that there would definitely be friends who would walk it with you. :)

1 + 1 = 2...?

2011-01-12T01:58:00.003+08:00

Two person,
Two minds,
From two different worlds,
met each other,
from the most common way,
to the strangest way.
From a date over a cup of coffee,
to knowing each other while crossing the road.

You,
are the most beautiful woman I have ever met,
I whispered.

I,
am one of the most silly guy you have ever seen,
you said, laughing.

Sighing,
You said... We were never meant to be.

Inhaling,
I said... How would we know when we have not even tried yet...?

Would you agree the with the lady or what 'I' have said?

True...
Two different person,
from two different worlds
really have too many things they don't have in common,
but if you give up before you have even started...
How would you know if you don't have anything in common...?

But/Then/However/Though
Love is full of compromises,
It is not made up of compromises.

It depends on how you look at Love,
how you define 'Being Together' means...

The reason I have written this post and the following was because I had a little emotional inspiration from a few friends of mine... A long story, but it isn't mine to be said~ Erm... to those who feels that its mine, its not. :)

A Pair - Us

2011-01-10T14:23:00.002+08:00

Our first couple item was a pair of rings.
It was not a commitment,
not something that binds us forever,
but something to remember each other,
whenever we are not together.

Our second item was a pair of Couple T-shirts,
ordered via online.
Hahaha
but my shirt is a little too big in size~

Our third item was another pair of Couple T-shirts,
only that it is a pair of Polo Couple T-s,
custom made,
one and only,
given by my beloved dear.

Our fourth item was a pair of necklace,
each held a piece of 4-leaf clover,
symbolising;-
Luck,
Health,
Wealth
Love.
My gift for her,
something to remember as a souvenir,
from China.

Our fifth item was a pair of watches.
Two hearts beating as one,
two watches ticking at the same time,
two minds having the same thoughts.

You said that we have so many items that would be incomplete if one wasn't around or when it comes only in one, not a pair. I agree.
My dear, actually... I don't mind if another couple item wasn't around when you and I are together.
We could buy another couple T-shirts if one was torn,
We could buy another watch if one stopped ticking,
We could buy another ring if one is lost,

You're my everything. You are the most important to me.
If you were not around, my life would then be incomplete...

You are my one and only, someone who can't be replaced.

You are the key to the missing piece of the puzzle to my mind, heart and soul.

:)

Goodbye... 2010

2011-01-01T21:57:00.003+08:00

I am sitting in front of my laptop again.
This time, without a cup of tea.
All that remains are the lovely Richard Clayderman music,
accompanied by my dearest.

A sharp pang of regret.
I have yet to be able to write a post meant for 2010.
So... I shall write it now,
though a day late.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6 . . . . 1 !!!
HaPpY New YeaR~!!!
Fireworks bloomed like flowers
amidst one another when the clock struck twelve.

I stood at the beach of Port Dickson,
my heart beats as the fireworks shot up to the sky,
one by one.
I made a wish.

Wishing everybody and my dearest a very Happy New Year!~!~
Although 2010 was a great year,
let's hope that 2011 would be even fantastic~!
Happy New Year, My dear.

2010...
So many hopes and dreams.
Wishes.
Most came true.
Except for one.
Let something that has passed be the past.
Let something that has yet to come be our future.

Goodbye~
20/10/2010...

Goodbye
2010...

Hello and welcome~ 2011~~~!!!!

Gifts

2010-12-24T02:42:00.003+08:00

She stood beside the pillar,
her hands hid behind her back,
as though she is hiding something from me.

The lift opened,
I walked out,
with my hands behind my back too.

We walked,
hand in hand,
to the pool.

The lapping sound of the pool,
created an atmosphere that was one of a kind,
specially designed for us.

She placed what she was hiding on the table,
asking me to guess what is it.
This stupid me couldn't.

It was time to open the gifts~!
A few words,
popped out in my head.

Anticipation.
Realization.
Touched.

I found myself gasping for air.
My throat seems to be stuck,
somehow.

The first gift,
was four cupcakes,
each layered with sweet icing~

The second gift,
was four chocolates,
two hearts as one.

The third gift,
was a set of couple's phone ornaments,
Ours - One and only.

The fourth gift,
was a hand-made album,
filled with a pic of ours.

That day was Christmas.
Another special day,
for we went out on a date~

2010 really was a special year.
It was also the year,
which I received the most gifts.

There was our 1st month anniversary,
There was Christmas,
There was New Year's Countdown.

Too many to count.
Memories to remember,
Cherished.

Love,
every precious moments spent together,
Captured with her Miss Orange~

Actually...
the best gift ever was from HIM.
HE gave me you...

For once I truly believe in HIM...
Thank you...

Sshh~ It's My Excuse~

2010-12-03T22:45:00.003+08:00

I will be passing a few things to you tonight.
Those are the things that I had promised you.
But as you checked carefully,
you would find that I had left out something.

Do you know why~?
My dear Shagua~

I had purposely left out something,
just so that it could be my excuse.
If I have passed everything to you,
how would I get to see you again?

And so~
Sshh~ It's my excuse just to see you one more time,
even though it is only a short while.

I know how would you react.
You would definitely say that I am "Ow Ow la~!"

But my dear Shagua~
This dear Bendan of yours have always been this "Ow Ow"

Haha~ :P

My Naughty Naughty Qi~

2010-12-02T00:49:00.002+08:00

Like my previous posts, I always emphasised that I am a weird guy with my own habits. I would always have this habits of wondering and thinking what my future would be like without this or that.

I sat in front of my laptop. My fingers were across the keyboard but my mind was far away, drifted off somewhere only I know. I asked myself, how did I met you? I told myself, for once, it was God's gift to me.

A Miracle.

I admit truthfully, I don't really believe in God. Don't ask me why. Somehow, I just don't like to...
Another weird habit of mine. After meeting her though, I changed my way of thinking. In that instant, I believed in his existance.

That was for once, I thanked HIM.

I gazed at the sky above. The clouds were drifting to one direction with the wind guiding them. The air is musky as though it is going to rain soon. The crickets were chirping loudly. The stars twinkle so ever brightly. The moon was shaped in a crescent as if it is smiling.

Everything seems soothing then. That is... until I heard a splash. I thought she had fallen in to the swimming pool. I pulled my gaze from the lovely sky to the swimming pool instead. Nope, she hasn't. Our friend, Bear was with her. She hasn't fall in too.

Then... what was the splash about? Out of a sudden, I noticed my slippers were missing~! And... I realized what created the ripples in the swimming pool...

My dear naughty naughty Qi and our friend, Bear threw one of my slippers into the swimming pool. I heard another splash. . . . . My first thought was to jump in straightaway to retrieve my slippers but I saw them drifting to a side of the swimming pool and I stopped my tracks.

When I wanted to retrieve my slippers, those two tried to push me into the pool. =.=lll but they failed because they didn't have enough strength to do so. Thankfully. . . .I thought that I would manage to stay dry as the slippers would drift back to the side, that is... when they retrieved my slippers and threw them back into the pool again!!!

My god... =.=lll

In the end, I was tricked to jump into the pool to retrieve my slippers... I had to get wet no matter how much I don't want to. Those two were too firm in their decisions.

Sigh,

How colourful has my life become. A simple supper turned out to become a swim after supper. An additional and unwanted exercise. The short moment when I jumped into the pool, I felt the cool water. The thrust felt like it drove everything away. Even though it is only a brief moment, I felt it.

As I am writing this post now, I am dried and freshen up after washing up.

This naughty naughty qi of mine~
Made my days bright.
Made my days colourful.
Filled my days with hope.
Filled my days with joy.

You made me look forward to the future - A future with you around, with you in my life, for I can't imagine a life without you.

You really are my naughty naughty Qi~
and that is one of the reasons that;

I. Love. You. :-*

Song of the Week - Let's Start From Here

2010-11-26T21:35:00.003+08:00

Let's Start From Here(让我们一起重新开始) By 王诺琳

Giving up, why should I

I've come to far to forget
We're beautiful, we just got lost

Somewhere along the way
So much was missing when you went away
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don＇t need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn＇t seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here

Standing here face to face
A finger on your lips
Don't say a word don't make a sound
Silence surrounds us now
Even when you were gone I felt you everywhere
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don＇t need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn＇t seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here
Let's start from here

I've never been the one to open up
But you've always been the voice within
The only warmth from my cold heart
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don't need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don't need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn't seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here
Let's start from here
Let's start from here
Let's start from here

Let's Start From Here(让我们一起重新开始) By 王诺琳

I've never been the one to open up
But you've always been the voice within

I really like the two lines above. You've always been the voice within me.
Every time I woke up, opened my eyes, you're the first thing that came across my mind.

A New Look

2010-11-23T13:24:00.004+08:00

It's been quite awhile since I last changed my blog's template (background). This new look somewhat gives me hope.

From the background, it can be either sunset or sunrise. It depends on how you look at it.

When the sun sets, it means the day is coming to an end. Don't be dismayed. It also means the beginning of another day in just a matter of hours after twilight. :)

When the sun rises, it means a new day has begun, but everything still has to come to an end no matter how much we don't want it to be when night falls. :)

Life's a cycle. What goes around comes around.

Just don't give up, look up to the sky - be it sunset/sunrise, and tell yourself, there is hope.

P.S: I really like the new background~ Its color~ Splendid!

Life at Ixora.

2010-11-23T00:47:00.002+08:00

I have decided to illustrate the situation peacefully and calmly, well in a way or another. I can't deny there won't be a foul word in this post of mine.

Let's skip the formalities.

Ixora - an apartment for students in MMU -can be seen afar, situated at Bukit Beruang, Malacca. Ixora has two blocks currently. One for female students and another for male students. As first year students, we would mostly choose Ixora as it is near the campus.

Life at Ixora can't be said as bad but it can't be said as good either. Stuck in between? Yeah. Hold on. I take my words back. Life at Ixora... !@#!@ sucks. Other than the tight security, facilities in Ixora seems limited.

Pictures taken in Ixora which are posted on it's website are somewhat attractive. There is a gym,a swimming pool, a laundry service, good management and all.

The truth? B.S! ^^
You may ask, B.S stands for?
Bullshit!

Well, if you count two treadmills, two electronic bicyles as a gym, so be it. They call it. What can we do? Hmm.. nothing?

Let's talk bout the swimming pool. It is blue~ Sorry. Dark blue~ Sorry, should be gray~ Sorry sorry~ Should be green. No no~! Black! Yes! It's black in colour. And you may wonder if fishes were reared inside. The answer? Jump inside and see for yourself. However, you may not get to see anything. It's all black.

Ixora management said that they have a laundry service. Well, if you count a shop that was closed down 2-3 months ago and still remained shut down as a laundry service, what can we do about it? Place our laundry at the front door of the shop and prayed it to be washed the next day we passed by the shop? Never.

The management. Ah~ The fantastic management. Good service~ Well spoken people. Full of grace~ And~ F.O.S. :) No no~ it's not the shops selling clothes. It's full of shit. Pardon me for the misunderstanding. Everything you needed most badly, you get this.
"Please refer to the management, fill in a form, wait for the maintainence to arrive. Thank you."

Even if your pipe at the sink bursts, you get "Please refer to the management, fill in a form, wait for the maintainence to arrive. Thank you."

Even when you have trouble opening your own door, you get "Please refer to the management, fill in a form, wait for the maintainence to arrive. Thank you."

Even when you accidentally placed your key inside your room and was half-naked because you were bathing and you need assistance, you get "Please refer to the management, fill in a form, wait for the maintainence to arrive. Thank you." (HOW THE FUCK DO I FILL THE FUCKING FORM WHEN I AM HALF-NAKED? MINDLESS FOOLS!!! BLOODY IDIOTS!)

Sigh~

And when you're sitting with a friend of the opposite sex, you get disturbed by guards - even though you're only sitting side by side with her, at the swimming pool- The guard will say "this is a public area. Please mind your actions." Mind my actions? I am only sitting beside her!!! Then how do i communicate with her? 20 meters apart? Walkie Talkie? o0o

And when you're accompanying your friend/gf to her block, and you were holding her hands, the guard gets jealous. Pardon me. I know you're. Come on~ don't be shy. It's ok to be jealous. Idiot!!! She/He will say "There's a CCTV above and it is recording your actions."

Ok~ I get it! CCTV recording. Means? Please show the middle finger to it. o0o Here~ Please record this~

Sigh~

I could go on and on... But what's the point? It would only harm my mind, heart and soul. Forgive and forget? Not until I move out of this crappy place. The only best thing is... it is near to the campus.

Hold on... I missed out the thing I hated the most. That is... The supply of water. It can be cut at anytime, without prior notice. WTF!?!? I was once washing my face and the water supply was cut off... Imagine your face full of soap hanging there without any water to clean your face. In the end? Used up my own drinking water.

Speak of it in a logical and polite way? This... I will say forget bout it.
I know I am losing my rational by writing this post and may be kicked out of Ixora as soon as the management hears bout it but, if you, Ixora management truly hears our cries. What the Fuck are you sitting ducks for? Get out of the seats idiots! Only poor Mr. Siswantol and another person is doing the maintainence. Why not hire more workers? Bloody fools! You want them to cut the trees, clean the pool, sweep the floor all by their own? Only 2 workers? Idiots! Bloody ....

Thank you Ixora, for making my life fun within this 4-5 months of my stay. There is more isn't it? Lift's not working, crappy attitutes in guards and management.

Thumbs up u fools. :) Keep up the suckers work and I will keep on writing these posts. You made me blooody pissed. !@#!@#!@$!@%$^$#&^%$&!$^(&*($%^@$%@%

My Dreams

2010-11-22T23:48:00.004+08:00

I took a nap in the afternoon.
It was a long one.
I meant to keep it within an hour~
but could not.

A few minutes after I dozed off,
I left reality,
and entered the 'other world'.

I was standing in a meadow,
the sun shone down like an unearthly ray,
lighting up the meadow.

The meadow was grown with flowers.
Each has its own fragrance.
Lilies, Roses, Tulips, too much.
I lost count.

I heard children laughing and running across the meadow.
They were smiling and chasing each other.
What joy they bring,
creating an atmosphere of their own.

There was a house,
just a few steps away.
It was grand,
with wooden furnitures.

A rocking chair sat at the porch of the house.
A lady, sat on the stairs at the porch.
It was as though she was waiting for someone.
A glass of red wine was her other company.

I walked towards her.
A thin gust of wind blew from her direction.
It smelt of a very familiar shampoo.
Too familiar.

My shadow was right beside hers,
as I stood in front of her.
She looked up at me,
from her novel.

I smiled.
She smiled back at me.
It was her.
The girl who was always in my dreams since then.

I looked around at my surroundings more carefully.
This place looks like the country side of France.
The house, designed by a french.
There isn't a word to describe it,
for there are too many.

I sat down,
right beside her.
Contented and relieved,
just to know that she is there,
right beside me.

The birds sang,
a song of their own,
lifting our spirits,
giving us hope.

Peace and quietness.
Serenity.
Everything is perfect.

And this would be my dream.
One I hope to fulfil.
If not,
something close to this.

France,
relaxation,
a novel in hand,
a glass of red wine.
Indulgence.

The best thing is,
having you,
in my life.

And this is,
my dream.

Everything that You do

2010-11-21T01:30:00.001+08:00

Everytime we webcam through Skype,
you would sit in front of your laptop,
I would sit in front of mine.

You would use your Ms. Rainbow,
and I would use my Mr. Ocean.
The names?
You gave them~

Everytime,
as we chatted via online,
with our webcams on,
I would sometimes,
get to see you clearly.
If, no one is using PPS. >.<

A friend of ours asked,
Won't Larry feel like hitting you after you acted cute?
Nope~ I won't.

My dear shagua~
Do you know how adorable you are?
Has anyone told you that?
You're.
One of the most adorable person I ever met.

And that is one of the reasons that I love you.

Serenity

2010-11-03T22:49:00.002+08:00

Whenever I finish class on Wednesday, I would walk back home alone. Habitually, I would leave the class and wait for the lift. I would press the button, signalling for the lift. I would look at how slow the lift moves.

MMU's ACR building's lift is... really... slow.

I sighed. Let's just walk down the stairs. I pulled my bag higher up my shoulder and walked away from the lift, towards the stairs. Just as I exited the door, a gush of wind blew across my face. It was as though a carefree whisper, on my cheeks.

I closed my eyes instinctively, and breathed in the cool air. I felt more relaxed. The wind, took away my tiredness. I was always in a hurry back home after my Computer Applications I class. I was always in a hurry down the stairs because of the slow lift.

I was always in a hurry, and never for once, take a good look at the scenery that I passed by, in that hurry. This time, with my steady pace, I came to a stop. My eyes took in the wonders of Mother Nature, and my ears was filled with Richard Clayderman's music.

Sighing in contentment, I leaned on the railings. Nothing. I felt no worries, no burden, no tiredness at all. That is the Wonder of Mother Nature. What I felt was peace and a sense of calmness.

Serenity.

Something that I always feel whenever I am with her. It is almost the same. Different, in some ways.

It's nice to feel that way occasionally with nothing on my mind. Gazing far ahead yet my mind was blank. Contented, just to stay that way even for just a minute. And that is enough.

Alright~ that was enough rest~!

Time to move on, full speed ahead!

My View on Life~

2010-11-01T11:13:00.002+08:00

I like to say this: -
Different people,
have different opinions,
and different points on Life.

We are not judges.
We should not judge,
and say that the other person's view on life is wrong.

This~
Is my view on life.

Life is like drinking coffee.
It's not only about the act of drinking coffee,
but the process of drinking coffee.

P.S: Before I write the following~ 0.0? I have a question to myself. =.=lll Have I written this before? Haha. Truly forgotten~ It's ok~ Rewrite one post, for once.

Let's take Blue Mountain Coffee for example. Blue Mountain Coffee is known as the King Of Coffee, ranked as one of the best among coffees.

Like always, whenever I drink Coffee, I never will add sugar and creamer.
Why...?
I like the original taste.

You would wonder, won't coffee be bitter without adding sugar and creamer?
Yes, it would.

But if you drink coffee in another way, it will taste entirely different.
You would ask, what is this different way of drinking coffee?
Actually, drinking coffee is almost the same as drinking wine.

You have to sip the coffee,
simmer and cool it with your tongue,
rolling it around a bit,
and swallow softly.

I saw a few of my friends,
who blew the coffee forcefully,
drank a huge mouthful,
and almost spat it out with a painful expression.
They would then complained about the bland and bitter taste of the coffee.

I would smile,
sometimes laugh,
at their funny expressions.
And I would explain the whole procedure,
trying to convince them that it will taste differently.

If you follow the procedure above,
you can actually taste the slightest sweetness among the bitterness.

If we relate the taste of Blue Mountain Coffee with Life,
it may also be the same.
As in?

Let me explain.
My dad told me that the happiest moments of a person's life is during the age of 1-7.
Why?

When you're 1-3 years old, you are still a baby,
with no responsibilities to shoulder,
nobody that needs you to take care of,
and more.

When you are 4-7, you are a kid,
still,
no responsibilities to shoulder,
nobody that needs you to take care of,
At most, you may be sent to the kindergarden to learn some basic english words.

However, after reaching the age of 7 and above,
you have to attend primary school,
finish the homework given to you,
make new friends,
please and respect your teachers.
Lots of things to do,
and to remember.

Life is getting tougher and tougher since the day that we attended primary school.
Some may complain about not being able to handle the hardships in life.
Fighting with friends,
teachers being biased,
homework not done,
this and that.

True,
Life is bitter and harsh.
But if you look at it another way,
a brighter view,
you will see that,
in some points of life,
you will get to experience the happiness of life such as,
achieving good results in studies,
being active in clubs and activities,
being recognized as a hardworking person,
and more.

For me,
in my 18th year since the day that I was born,
I found and started to experience one of the most happy moments of my life.
That is,
meeting a girl.
With her around,
no matter how bitter life is,
how hard interacting with people seems to be,
how heavy the workload is,
I will still walk forward and never give up.

Do not always grumble when you taste the bitterness in life.
There will definitely be times when you experience the sweet moments in life too~ :)

Over and Over Again

2010-10-22T23:38:00.002+08:00

The same song played softly.
Sometimes,
my housemates would hear it,
sometimes,
they won't.
It depends if I am wearing a headphone or not.

If Yu Heng.
one of my housemates,
hear it.

He would sometimes ask,
Won't you get bored listening to the same song again?

I would sometimes answer,
No, I won't.

He would sometimes ask,
Why are you listening to the same song over and over again?

I would sometimes answer,
'Cause it's a special song,
one that is memorable to me.

I would play that song over and over again,
almost everyday.
So many times he would roll his eyes and say...

Please stop!

Hahaha.

"I will". I replied "In your dreams =.=ll"

I admit, I am a strange person. I tend to do things habitually. If I am not used to something, it is hard to get used to it. Perhaps, I would not even think twice about it anymore. On the opposite however, if I am used to something, I tend to do it repeatedly without myself knowing.

If I want to listen to songs,
I would click, Start,
Music,
Larry's Songs,
Chinese,
王力宏,
你不知道的事。

Like I said,
sometimes,
I did it without myself knowing it.

I would only realise it when the song started playing.
This song,
again.
I would smile to myself and continue with my work.

I don't dare to say that I remember every minute spent with you.
But... I would never ever forget you,
and would always treasure every minute spent with you.

It's Not a Dream

2010-10-18T10:44:00.002+08:00

I was looking below,
at my feet,
and the ground.

Light footsteps were near,
and I saw a pair of shoes,
appearing in front of me.

I looked up.
Can't help but smile,
to her,
to myself.

With a cheeky face,
a pair of bright eyes,
and her visible tiger teeth (haha),
she stood right there,
in front of me.

It's not a dream.

How often have I dreamt of having her right by my side,
yet,
waking up to realize it's only a dream?

Too often.
Too often that I lost count.
Until 15-10-2010.

It's not a dream.
She's right here,
by my side again,
just a block away,
a few steps away.

It's not a dream anymore.

A Glow

2010-10-12T23:41:00.003+08:00

A glow,
shines brightly,
lighting up the atmosphere.

It came from a small lamp,
with 4 simple alphabets on top of it.

You are like this lamp,
although it's just a simple glow,
it shone and lit up the corners of my heart,
gave me warmth.

If I haven't met you,
I asked myself.
What would I've become?

I guess...
I would still be sitting at a corner,
trapped in the dark corner of my heart.

A Glow,
lit up my world,
gave me warmth,
someone which I would thank God for,
letting me meet her.

Song of The Week - 天涯海角

2010-09-30T18:51:00.002+08:00

醒來後只是夢境才發現身邊沒你
原來最殘忍的是想像力
醒來後清楚聽見寂寞在耳邊歎息
尋覓安撫我的聲音

沒有你我的世界失去了色彩
沒有你我對生命失去了期待
沒有你我寧願永遠沉睡不要醒來

我願意走過天涯飛過海角
只要能夠守候在你身邊
我願意用這輩子讓你相信
這就是唯一幸福結局

拉開緊閉的窗簾以為能暫時抽離
陽光卻讓失落更清晰
我想要奪門而去
彷彿再多等一秒鐘就會來不及

沒有你我的世界失去了色彩
沒有你我對生命失去了期待
沒有你我寧願永遠沉睡不要醒來

我願意走過天涯飛過海角
只要能夠守候在你身邊
我願意用這輩子讓你相信
這就是唯一幸福結局

醒來以後我身邊沒你
最殘忍的是想像力
清楚聽見寂寞在歎息
尋覓安撫的聲音

我願意走過天涯飛過海角
只要能夠守候在你身邊
我願意用這輩子讓你相信
這就是唯一幸福的結局

幸福的結局
我願意走過天涯飛過海角
幸福的結局
這就是唯一幸福的結局

By: 王力宏

P.S: I have to apologise for not being able to post the song in my playlist. The song is not compatible with the player. =.=ll But, this is a song that I recommend :)

Growing Up

2010-09-28T23:00:00.005+08:00

Dear,
You asked me not to grow up so quickly,
open my eyes,
look at the world
that is changing constantly.
But Dear,
No matter how vibrant or colorful the world could be,
changing what it used to be,
It will still be dull and boring without you in it.

Dear,
You asked me not to grow up so quickly,
listen quietly,
to every sounds and voices I hear,
beside me.
But Dear,
No matter how beautiful the voice of a singer,
or how touching a sentence said in a drama could be.
It will still be meaningless unless the voice I hear is yours.

Dear,
You asked me not to grow up so quickly,
open up my heart,
experience those feelings I have never felt before.
But Dear,
If it wasn't for you,
my heart would not have started beating,
or feel anything again.
You changed the way I was.
You are the only one who made my heart beat this way.

Dear,
You asked me not to grow up so quickly,
smile whole-heartedly,
and enjoy my youth.
I would rather not,
if I can't spend my following days with you.

Dear,
You asked me not to grow up so quickly,
not to be in a hurry to catch up with you,
not to miss the scenery around me.
But Dear,
It would pain me more just to see you ahead,
yet not being able to catch up with you.

My Dear,
You stand too much a part in my life,
without you,
no matter how tasty the food is, it will still taste bland without having it with you.
no matter how colorful the colors infront of me, it will still feel dull and boring without you.
no matter how beautiful a voice, if it isn't yours, it will never get to my ears.
no matter how breath-taking the scenery, it will still feel the same when you're not viewing it with me.

My Dear,
I still want to grow up faster.
Be more mature,
to be able to take care of you,
and spend the following days with you.

Song of The Week - 寂寞寂寞就好

2010-09-22T02:17:00.000+08:00

还是原来那个我不过撂掉几公升泪所以变瘦
对着镜子我承诺迟早我会换这张脸应对笑容
不算什么爱错就爱错
早点认错早一点解脱
我寂寞寂寞就好这时候谁都别来安慰拥抱
就让我一个人去痛到受不了伤到快疯掉
死不了就还好
我寂寞寂寞就好你真的不用来我回忆里微笑
我就不相信我会笨到忘不了赖着不放掉
人本来就寂寞的借来的都该还掉
我总会把你戒掉
还是原来那个你是我自己做梦你又改变什么
再多的爱也没用每个人有每个人的业障因果
会有什么什么都没有
早点看破才看的见以后
我寂寞寂寞就好这时候谁都别来安慰拥抱
就让我一个人去痛到受不了伤到快疯掉
死不了就还好
我寂寞寂寞就好你真的不用来我回忆里微笑
我就不相信我会笨到忘不了赖着不放掉
人本来就寂寞的我总会把你戒掉

By: Hebe

A Promise

2010-09-20T22:23:00.008+08:00

A Promise,
Made.

Sealed within an envelope,
101 reasons.
Reasons that,
I Love You.

A Promise,
Made.

Worn on the finger,
Shines brightly,
Like a star in a dimly-lit sky,
Standing out among the others.

A Promise,
Made.

Accompanied with chocolates,
From Sweden.
-Milk chocolate,
Filled with Dalecarlian Hazelnut Truffle,
Something that you might like.

A Promise,
Made.

Something to remember,
that I would always,
Always walk beside you.
I won't say 'forever',
because you once said that,
you do not believe in the word, 'forever'.

But, would you allow me...?
Allow me,
just to accompany you,
just to lend you a shoulder whenever you need it,
just to walk beside you,
Always.

And that is,
the promise I made to you.

Song of The Week - 天天想你

2010-09-13T20:40:00.000+08:00

天天想你
詞：陳樂融　曲：陳志遠

當我佇立在窗前　你愈走愈遠
我的每一次心跳　你是否聽見
當我徘徊在深夜　你在我心田
你的每一句誓言　迴盪在耳邊

隱隱約約閃動的雙眼　
藏著你的羞怯
加深我的思念　
兩顆心的交界
你一定會看見　
只要你願意走向前

天天想你　天天問自己　
到什麼時候才能告訴你
天天想你　天天守住一顆心　
把我最好的愛留給你

P.S: -
*傻瓜...*
天天想你　天天守住一顆心　
把我最好的愛留給妳。

A Simple Sentence

2010-09-13T20:30:00.002+08:00

Sometimes,
I would smile to myself,
thinking that how is she always able to do that.

So simply,
with just a simple sentence,
made my heart skip a beat.

Every time,
I would tease her and ask her the silly question.
She would always reply no,
she doesn't.

When she said it by herself...
Sitting in a chair,
almost 250km apart,
if I could,
I would run,
without stopping,
and shorten the distance by 25cm.

Silly...
I miss you.

Waiting at the Finish Line

2010-09-07T01:12:00.002+08:00

You said that you want to run,
run far far away from me.

I told you that I would let you run,
run far far away from me.

You said that you want to run,
run from the starting point.

I told you that you can run,
but...
Whatever happens,
I would always wait at the finish line for you.

Can't Wait...

2010-09-06T14:04:00.003+08:00

Really...
I can't wait...
I can't wait to return...
Can't wait to return to where you are...
Can't wait to pull you right into my arms again...
If time were to pass by even quicker,
I would wish that,
the day I return,
would arrive sooner.

Never felt like this before...
Gazing out the window,
looking at the trees and plants,
the leaves waver gently,
hearing the birds chirping,
the dogs barking softly,
and feeling the wind blowing soothingly.

Yet,
deep inside,
I don't feel calm and relaxed.

I can't wait...
Can't wait to return to where you are.
For I found out that,
You are my own set of melody,
the only set of melody which can calm me.

Song of The Week - I Just Called To Say I Love You

2010-09-05T18:05:00.000+08:00

No New Year's Day to celebrate
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact here's just another ordinary day

No April rain
No flowers bloom
No wedding Saturday within the month of June
But what it is, is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

No summer's high
No warm July
No harvest moon to light one tender August night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies

No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart, of my heart,
Of my heart

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart, of my heart,
Baby of my heart

Sang By: Stevie Wonder

I am Home~

2010-09-03T23:28:00.005+08:00

Time passes so quickly while you are in University,
especially when you have great friends around you,
which I do.
And a special person too.
It had been almost 2 months since I last came home,
back at Johor Bahru, Johor.

Again...
I have this unexplainable feeling.
It is somewhat nostalgic,
somewhat unfamiliar.

But it doesn't matter.
All I know,
and,
All I want to say is...

I am Home~

There She Is

2010-09-02T23:14:00.002+08:00

Whenever I walk past the restaurant,
My eyes would flicker to the ones in the shop automatically.
It is as if they are remotely attracted to someone in it.

I couldn't find her...
I tried looking harder,
concentrating on the faces.

I still couldn't find her...
My heart sank.

As I almost walked past the shop,
there she is,
right at the door,
smiling happily,
right in front of me.

I never knew that I don't need to search for her...
Because,
there she is,
right in front of me.

舍不得,思念与期待。 Longing.

2010-09-02T17:14:00.004+08:00

这世界上...有种东西叫 "舍不得".
这世界上...也有种东西叫 "思念"

因为舍不得离开你，
才会一直思念着你。

因为...一直思念着你，
才会 "期待".

期待着，
再一次见到你。

In this world... there is something called "couldn't bear to".
In this world... there is also something called "Longing".

I couldn't bear to leave you...
that is why I always have this longing for you,
just to stay right by your side.

Because... I kept longing for you...
I would always look forward to,
Look forward to meeting you again.

Biding Goodbye...

2010-08-31T15:36:00.002+08:00

At first... I wanted to use Separation as the title for this new post...
But...
On second thoughts...
Separation seems too serious a word.
Biding Goodbye seems to suit this post much better.

At that single second...
My heart would beat twice as hard than any other period of the day...
I would always have that impulse to hold you tightly, close to me.

You would always turn and smile, back at me.
Seeing you smile makes me smile,
but yet...
behind that smile,
how I wished you wouldn't need to go.

I have never liked biding goodbye,
from then and now.

Can we not say goodbye...?

That is Until You Came In

2010-08-28T21:49:00.004+08:00

I seldom take pictures...
I had always felt that I wasn't good looking enough to be taken photos of...
It would always seems so awkward looking at my own image in the pictures taken before...
My thoughts stayed this way...

That is, until you came in.

I was not the only one in the picture.
You and I were.
Everything seems so perfect then.
Even for just a brief moment,
I was holding you,
You were holding the camera,
and the shutter clicked.
Our picture was saved in the camera.

I saw the picture,
all I did was smile at you.
You asked me 'Is something wrong?'
No... everything just feels so perfect.
The picture just feels so perfect.

My pictures taken weren't perfect... that is until you came in.

Song of The Week - 你不知道的事

2010-08-27T00:00:00.001+08:00

蝴蝶眨几次眼睛才学会飞行

hú dié zhǎ jī cì yǎn jīng cái xué huì fēi xíng

夜空洒满了星星但几颗会落地

yè kōng sǎ mǎn le xīng xīng dàn jī kē huì luò dì

我飞行但你坠落之际

wǒ fēi xíng dàn nǐ zhuì luò zhī jì

很靠近还听见呼吸

hěn kào jìn huán tīng jiàn hū xī

对不起我却没捉紧你

duì bù qǐ wǒ què méi zhuō jǐn nǐ

你不知道我为什么离开你

nǐ bù zhī dào wǒ wéi shén me lí kāi nǐ

我坚持不能说放任你哭泣

wǒ jiān chí bù néng shuō fàng rèn nǐ kū qì

你的泪滴像倾盆大雨碎了满地

nǐ de lèi dī xiàng qīng pén dà yǔ suì le mǎn dì

在心理清晰

zài xīn lǐ qīng xī

你不知道我为什么狠下心

nǐ bù zhī dào wǒ wéi shén me hěn xià xīn

盘旋在你看不见的高空里

pán xuán zài nǐ kàn bù jiàn de gāo kōng lǐ

多的是你不知道的事

duō de shì nǐ bù zhī dào de shì

蝴蝶眨几次眼睛才学会飞行

hú dié zhǎ jī cì yǎn jīng cái xué huì fēi xíng

夜空洒满了星星但几颗会落地

yè kōng sǎ mǎn le xīng xīng dàn jī kē huì luò dì

我飞行但你坠落之际

wǒ fēi xíng dàn nǐ zhuì luò zhī jì

很靠近还听见呼吸

hěn kào jìn huán tīng jiàn hū xī

对不起我却没捉紧你

duì bù qǐ wǒ què méi zhuō jǐn nǐ

你不知道我为什么离开你

nǐ bù zhī dào wǒ wéi shén me lí kāi nǐ

我坚持不能说放任你哭泣

wǒ jiān chí bù néng shuō fàng rèn nǐ kū qì

你的泪滴像倾盆大雨碎了满地

nǐ de lèi dī xiàng qīng pén dà yǔ suì le mǎn dì

在心理清晰

zài xīn lǐ qīng xī

你不知道我为什么狠下心

nǐ bù zhī dào wǒ wéi shén me hěn xià xīn

盘旋在你看不见的高空里

pán xuán zài nǐ kàn bù jiàn de gāo kōng lǐ

多的是你不知道的事

duō de shì nǐ bù zhī dào de shì

我飞行但你坠落之际

wǒ fēi xíng dàn nǐ zhuì luò zhī jì

HO ~ HO ~ HO ~

你不知道我为什么离开你

nǐ bù zhī dào wǒ wéi shén me lí kāi nǐ

我坚持不能说放任你哭泣

wǒ jiān chí bù néng shuō fàng rèn nǐ kū qì

你的泪滴像倾盆大雨碎了满地

nǐ de lèi dī xiàng qīng pén dà yǔ suì le mǎn dì

在心理清晰

zài xīn lǐ qīng xī

你不知道我为什么狠下心

nǐ bù zhī dào wǒ wéi shén me hěn xià xīn

盘旋在你看不见的高空里

pán xuán zài nǐ kàn bù jiàn de gāo kōng lǐ

多的是你不知道的事

duō de shì nǐ bù zhī dào de shì

Let me take your hand?

2010-08-26T23:56:00.002+08:00

When you're standing at the sidewalk of the road,
waiting for the right moment to cross the road
but...
there are too many cars
and you're afraid to cross the road,
Let me take your hand...?
And we would cross it together.

One step, Two Steps, It doesn't matter.

2010-08-26T23:51:00.002+08:00

One step, two steps, countless steps.
It doesn't matter...
May I...
Walk beside you, to a blissful future?

To Angela - The Friend who understands me.

2010-08-26T23:14:00.002+08:00

Angel, do you still remember the promise I made to you?

Haha. If you did, could you not hit me as I only managed fulfilled it now...?

Angel, you asked what was the first impression that came across my mind when we first met. That question held me in place. Honestly, Angel, there... was no first impression.

Perhaps I had already known you for 2 years, chatting via MSN. I am already used to having you, a very very good friend, in my world. I saw your pictures and could remember your smile easily. I knew who to look for among the crowd. You stood out so brightly.

Angel, you're a bubbly girl and that suits you to a T. The hours pass by so quickly, I hadn't notice the sky was dark. I still remember drinking the Blue Mountain Coffee in Singapore with you. I also remember the Iced Mocha you ordered. It's so nice to sit with a friend who understands each other. Although... I dare not say that I understand you inside out, I believe you understand me more than I do.

Over dinner, you told me that I was running away from the truth. At first, I brushed that hypothesis aside. That couldn't be true, I told myself. Definitely, I knew myself more than anyone else - another foolish answer I told myself.

I held on to my firm answer until... my other friends told me that I seldom smile. I smiled and answered them "I do smile often, do I not?"
I could still remember one smiled and shook her head.
I could still remember one smiled and told me to smile more often.
I could still remember one smiled and told me not to frown so often.
I could still remember... going back home to my apartment and stared at the mirror for awhile.

Do I really not smile often? What expression was I wearing all these while then...?

You were right, Angel. I was running away from the truth - from my feelings.

Angel, although there was not really a first impression... But the impression you gave me throughout these 2 years... I would never ever forget. You were always there, as a great friend whenever I needed someone to share my thoughts with. You gave me advices whenever I needed them.

Thank you, Ang... :)
^^ You must also stay happy forever ya!!
I would always try to be there. Just leave me a message :)

Friends forever.

Stranger in a Familiar Place

2010-08-26T23:01:00.002+08:00

It's been a very long time since I last stepped in this place. It seems so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. I had enough of running away. It's time to face to fact - the fact of Moving on.

What am I hiding from?
No...
That would be a wrong question.
What was I running from?

I could not describe how silly I feel right now. I did what I told my friends not to do - Never put on a mask. I never knew that I already had my mask on when I first made my decision. It forbade me to smile, to think and to feel.

Even at this moment, as I am writing this post, I feel a little awkward.
Sigh.
I really am getting used and too numb to having this mask on. It became my excuse not to smile, to put on a cold facade. I have to admit... It's getting hard to allow people to enter my world.

It feels so childish writing all these. Now that I am 18, why am I still thinking like a kid?
No...
That's another wrong thought.
Being yourself isn't limit to people below 18 years old.
Just... let yourself free to your feelings.
Be yourself.

Here I am. After so many months, here I am.
A stranger in a Familiar place.
That is a first.
Now that my Streamyx is fixed, I couldn't find anymore excuses to run away.
And I know that I shouldn't.

I won't keep everything to myself any more...
Whatever it is, be it happy moments or sorrowful memories, let me... once again, pour them all out in this world of mine.

Sealed with a world of words.

I never knew that I could still smile... that is, until I met her. :)

Song of The Week - Somewhere Only We Know

2010-05-23T21:47:00.001+08:00

By: Keane

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when, you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know?

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So, tell me when you gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, so why don't we go?

Hmmm yeahh.

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know?

*So why don't we go, somewhere only we know? I would like to hold your hand, forever.

Song of The Week - Gallery

2010-04-27T16:47:00.002+08:00

By Mario Vazquez

God broke the mold,
When he made this one I know
She's breathtaking but so much more
She walks in the room, your lungs close
Making you never want to breathe again
Her boyfriend has got so much dough
So much ice his neck and wrist froze
Is he faithful to her? Hell no
But she chose to be with him, shorty

Tell me is the money worth your soul?
Tell me what's the reason that you hold on
When you know that dude has a whole wall of 'em just like you?
And girl you're just way too fine
Gotta be treated as one of a kind
Girl use your mind
Don't be just another dime

Because

I can't take
Seeing you with him
'Cause I know exactly what you'll be,
In his gallery
Just not fair
And it's tearing me apart
You're just another priceless work of art
In his gallery

She's so confused
She knows she deserves more
Someone who will love and adore
But his money's hard to ignore
She really doesn't know what to do
Girl it's just a matter of time
Before he finds another more fine
After he's done dulling your shine
You're out the door and he's through with you

Tell me is the money worth your soul?
Tell me what's the reason that you hold on,
When you know that dude has a whole wall of 'em just like you?
And girl you're just way too fine
Gotta be treated as one of a kind
Girl use your mind
Don't be just another dime

I can't take
Seeing you with him
'Cause I know exactly what you'll be
In his gallery
Just not fair
And it's tearing me apart
You're just another priceless work of art
In his gallery

You're a masterpiece
I know that he
Can't appreciate your beauty
Don't let him cheapen you
He don't see you like i do
Beautiful not just for show
Time that someone let you know

I can't take
Seeing you with him
'Cause I know exactly what you'll be
In his gallery
Just not fair
And it's tearing me apart
You're just another priceless work of art

I can't take
Seeing you with him
'Cause I know exactly what you'll be
In his gallery
Just not fair
And it's tearing me apart
You're just another priceless work of art
In his gallery
In his gallery

*You're indeed a priceless work of art, a masterpiece.
If I were that guy... I would have only you painted in my mine - the one and only gallery with you as the one and only masterpiece.

怎么了？

2010-04-26T10:06:00.001+08:00

怎么了。。？
怎么我心里还是有些难过。
是寂寞吗？
就几行字吧。
别说了。
有点累了。
该休息了。

别人的寂寞

2010-04-20T08:01:00.004+08:00

我们永远都不会了解别人的寂寞。我们只看到，只体验到自己的寂寞。当我们觉得自己是很可怜时，我们都没体会到身边的朋友们的可怜。当我们都拥有一切时，旁边的朋友呢？

在这时刻，突然觉得自己好幼稚。我已经算是拥有好多好多东西的人了却还是不满足，不快乐。一直沉默在自己的寂寞里，没看到别人的寂寞。

是我想太多了吗？
还是我想太少了？

妳...应该很寂寞吧... 对不起...或许是我自不量力的说了这句话，妳能骂我，没关系. 我是对你什么也不了解...因为我们才刚认识不久而已... 我真的好想安慰你...但我连安慰都不会... 是啊，我很差劲。还说什么想成为一名让人感动的写家。

我看，算了吧。可能我活得太幸福了。

但我还是想谢谢你。我真的被你'塞'得很开心。我也只能默默地祝妳永远的快乐，别再伤心。
认识妳这个朋友，我真的很开心。^^

I am such a fool. One that who only know how to express himself in English. I had long gotten unused to expressing myself in chinese. A few years back, I could knew that I was lonely. In fact, I never thought of the ones around me. I never bothered to glance around.

I was in my own world. I am indeed an ignorant and arrogant fool. I have everything, yet I wanted something more. I should be grateful with what I have right now. There are others out there who have almost nothing.

Why the sudden emotional outburst? I want to console a friend, yet I don't even know how?! I really felt like a stupid fool then. I reflected and asked myself, if I can't even console a friend, how could I write something good? This also means that throughout these two years, what I had written was all crap.

It didn't contain that specific emotion I wanted to carry in my posts.

You... must be lonely... That is the single thought when I knew more about you. I shouldn't know so much about you... because it would hurt you as I raked up your past. At that time, I wanted to lend my shoulder to you, let you cry it out but I know that you would still be brave and say that you're fine. You really are a brave and tough girl (真的。你真的好坚强）Compared to you, I am nothing at all.

Thank you, for knowing you made me reflected on myself. And... thank you, for making me smile these few days and giving me the strength to smile. I am really glad to have you as my friend, 蕾。

How I wish I can see your smile again

2010-04-17T23:44:00.003+08:00

You have the most gentle smile in the world. Everything seems to fade as you pass by. I could not notice anything else but you, your smile. The blooming flowers paled compared to your beauty. The chirping of the birds complemented your breath-taking smile.

I wanted to so selfishly held your hand back then but I knew that I can never do it. You took my soul away, at that split second. I walked back home with only an empty shell... Where is my mind, heart and soul? I could not find them as they are held by your mesmerizing smile.

I have always believed that when a lady smiles, she is the most beautiful. You complimented that thought of mine.

Sigh, with that lingering longing of mine, how I wish I can see your smile again.
你知道吗...? 我真的好想再看到你笑的样子...
我...好想妳.

Unexpected

2010-04-16T19:48:00.000+08:00

Wow. It is really unexpected to see this blog hit 3222 visitors. First of all, thank you all for visiting this humble blog. On the other hand, I have to apologize though. Compared to last year in which I blogged furiously, there is less posts this year. I don't think I have posted one single post that can touch a person's deepest part this year.

Perhaps I give myself too much pressure in writing but truly, I don't feel any 'inspiration' in writing these months. Is it a good thing or is it a bad thing? It's like I have grown tired of the 'Love' topic. My heart just don't tick that hard anymore.

I started to grow afraid, afraid that someday I would not write again. There are tons of topics out there you might say. It needn't be the love topic. It can be politics, sports or news. But whenever I write those topics, I don't feel... me.

It's like there is a limit to which I can pour my emotions and feelings in the articles I write. It feels like I am writing in the need of getting that job done. That just doesn't feel right. Maybe I should take some time off, a hiatus before coming back to blogging again. Visit new places, meet new people, and eating new variety of food, etc.

Maybe when I start my new life in Malacca in June, I can write something inspiring. I really hope so and I really want to. There is almost nothing compared to writing something that can touch the deepest bottom of a person's heart. That is my wish. It needn't be tearful, it can be joy. It needn't be sorrow, it can be happiness. It needn't be jealousy, it can be envy.

Unexpected. I never thought of taking a break in writing before but I really do need one. I am really running out of ideas currently and I don't want to bore the people who came to this blog in search for great posts. That just isn't me.

Song of The Week - 一个人的行李

2010-04-15T19:16:00.003+08:00

By : 戴佩妮(Penny)

心情好or心情坏
有什么好假装
反正天若真的塌下来
我自己扛
天气好or天气坏
有什么好紧张
反正下一秒钟的我
开始开始流浪
我要一个人去东京铁塔看夜景
我要一个人去威尼斯看电影
我要一个人去阳明山上看海芋
拍偶像剧
我要一个人去纽约纯粹看雪景
我要一个人去巴黎喝咖啡写信
我要一个人的旅行
一个人透透气
dodo do dodo do ..
向右转or向左拐
有什么不一样
反正每一条未知的路都有未来
我和谁在谈恋爱
有什么大惊小怪
反正下一秒钟的我
早已早已离开
我要一个人在希腊梦见苏格拉底
我要一个人的通宵看完鲁迅的背影
我要一个人呆呆的在浴缸里
思考阮玲玉阮玲玉
我要一个人的北京探望孟姜女
我要一个人的书局和志摩谈情
我要一个人的旅行
一个人彻底～
心情好or心情坏
有什么好假装
一个人的旅行一个人的行李
一个人的旅行一个人的空气
一个人的旅行一个人到底...

这是两年前在一个game里听过的歌。两年后，终于给我找到了。可能你们不喜欢听，但我觉得这首歌真的很不错。可是我跟她想得不一样。反而跟她相反。我想和你，两个人的行李。

Rain

2010-04-13T20:06:00.002+08:00

Rain, why are you always here and there?
Sometimes, I wonder if there is a Rain God.
One that hear our prayers for rain.
Some pray for rain to getting a bountiful harvest.
It is a beautiful prayer.
Some pray for the rain to stop.
There is going to be a flood soon.
Sigh,
Are you there, Rain God?
We have been too demanding.
We want rain whenever we feel low and down.
We don't want rain whenever we feel happy and joyful.
It must be hard to get your job done, sir.
Sometimes, I wonder if it wasn't the rain god.
I wonder if it is God Himself.
The tears that flow emotionally when He sees us waste resources
The tears that flow emotionally when He sees us fighting against one another.
The tears that flow emotionally when He sees a loving couple broke up.
The tears that flow endlessly...

I remember this song, Rain, rain go away, come again another day. What do we really want...?

Song of The Week - Be With You

2010-04-11T19:57:00.000+08:00

I know they wanna come and separate us
but they can’t do us nothin’
You’re the one I want and I’ma continue lovin’
‘Cause you’re considered wifey and I’m considered husband
And I’ma always be there for you
我不管你用任何眼光看我我都不会选择放弃
我要坚持到底忽略那些冷言冷语
爱是如此珍贵值得我们彼此相信
两颗心才越靠越近
And no one knows
Why I’m into you
‘Cause you’ll never know
What it’s like to walk in our shoes
没人会懂是我们的梦 yeah~
懂再多困难只要牵手就变得不同
That’s why we’ll break through
And I don’t care what they say
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
I wanna be with you
我不在乎怎么做
(wo buzaihu zenme zuo)
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
Seems like every day that go by, things are gettin’ harder
Wanna be the one that give you the whole enchilada
‘Cause I know what my baby like, I lean you on that Prada
You ain’t got to match with the shoes
我知道每一次的沟通就会让我爱你更多
跟一次的拥抱温暖让我不再怯懦
爱是真实的触摸美好或相同
Keepin’ it always true
And no one knows
Why I’m into you
‘Cause you’ll never know what it’s like to walk in our shoes
没人会懂是我们的梦 yeah~
(meiren hui dong shi womende meng yeah~)
懂再多困难只要牵手就变得不同
That’s why we’ll break through
And I don’t care what they say
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
I wanna be with you
我不在乎怎么做
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
You are everything in my life, see the joy you bring
And ain’t no one I compare you to
And I know that you will never
walk away from me no matter what
And that’s why I plan to do the same thing for you
And I want you to know
And I don’t care what they say
Rap Wilber:
Be in my life with me
You know you my queen B
Show you the finer things in life and places you wanted to be
Its trips to Miami, rockin’ Tenjune NYC
Party up at club Bling till 6 in da morning
Don’t want your body figure sexually
I wanna pop you figures annually, showing you security
You don’t gotta worry B
Satisfaction guaranteed
You don’t need another G
You can have it all in me
Ey. You like morphine, you soothe me
‘Cause Yous a wifey quality qualified
Warranty you certified
You know how to get me high, hotter than a super ride
You know when you want it, you need it you know I got it
You know when you want me, you need you know I give it
So whenever in doubt, you can count on me
Whatever, it’s you be under my wing
Whenever you’re down, you can put it on me
And wherever you go, you be rocking my ring
(Rap End)
And I don’t care what they say
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
I wanna be with you
我不在乎怎么做
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
And I don’t care what they say
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
I wanna be with you
我不在乎怎么做
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you
I’m gonna be with you

The Tinkle of a Bell

2010-04-09T20:06:00.004+08:00

I would never forget that sound, a tinkle of a bell. I would always hear it clearly as you held my hand. The bell on your bracelet would remind me how blissful we once were back then.

At first, I was annoyed by it. Annoyed at the noise it created when we held hands. I would tease you back then, saying that you sound like the ice-cream van... You would slap my back in return and say that the bell has always been your lucky charm. The bell would bring you luck you said and the tinkle of the bell always soothe you when you are feeling down.

As days goes by, I am used to it, used to the tinkle of the bell. As days goes by, I would look at your hands and my eyes would gaze at the bell. To me, the bracelet alone, was not that breath-taking without that bell. It lacked a special feeling without it. When your bracelet broke, I found myself anticipating it to be repaired quickly.

You would smile at my silliness and I would grin my silly grin.

It has been awhile now, since the day we parted. You... gave me that bracelet as a gift. I didn't want to accept it. It was yours truly but you shook your head. It was my lucky charm, and now, it is yours, you said. I could only nod my head lightly and accept it.

You did not tell me that you had that disease, that awful disease that tore us apart. You smiled and touched my face lightly as I sat by your side. "Our love would always be like the tinkle of the bell. As long as we keep trying, our love would never die, just like the tinkle of the bell would not stop as long we shake it lightly. My love for you would always be right here with you as long as you hear the tinkle of this bell."

I cried. My tears would not stop flowing. It shouldn't be this way. It shouldn't.

But I know that I shouldn't give up my life for I know that you would always be here, right when I hear the tinkle of the bell.

P.S: Nobody has pass away mentioned in this post... It is solely an imagination of mine, which I gave in fully to my feelings. Perhaps, this will be another beginning/end of a story. Who knows?

:P I have yet to complete the story I am working on right now. haha. We will see. ^^

Its Been a Long Time

2010-04-04T22:09:00.002+08:00

It has been a long time since I last blogged. Been busy throughout the week. If I sum up the hours in front of the computer, I don't think I am able to hit the average 15-20 hours a week. I was driving up and done to settle my university applications, find an apartment near my future university, get in touch with a courier service, this and that.

Amazing how time flies. It is yet a new beginning of a week in less than 2 hours.

Yesterday, I made a lousy decision. One so bad it cost my dad RM300. Just when I was complimenting myself for getting better in my thinking and actions, I made this lousy decision.

It began like this... I wanted to help my dad change an old computer that is giving him problems at my mom's office. I have a free CPU upstairs but without a monitor. So... I had to purchase one. Nowadays, my parents seldom go to work. The office is cold with only two of my mom's assistants occupying it.

My dad only uses that old computer for a few times in a year. If he sums the number of times that he uses it per year, he would get less than 20 times. Since I have CPU without a monitor, I headed out to buy one.

And... who knows what my brain was thinking, I bought a brand new one! A LCD monitor that costs me RM 419... .... I should have bought a second hand, one that is not that new, one that is able to function... instead, I bought a brand new one!

Since my dad doesn't use the computer that much in a year, he doesn't need one monitor that is so fine. Any one would do, second hand or a monitor that costs RM100.

I was forgiven, but was given a lecture. I have to admit, that decision was the worst since the beginning of the year 2010. Sigh, I still have alot to learn before I can call myself a full-fledged adult.

L.O.L

Nevertheless, if one wrong puts you off and you give up after that one wrong, you would never grow up. Learn to accept your mistakes and you would, indeed, grow up. I always learn my mistakes... Man.... the hard way.

Aiks.

Song of The Week - Endless Love

2010-04-04T20:50:00.001+08:00

My love,
There's only you in my life
The only thing that's right

My first love, (yeah)
You're every breath that I take
You're every step I make

And I
(And I-I-I)
I want to share
All my love with you
No one else will do...
(uuuuuh uuuh)

And your eyes
Your eyes, your eyes
They tell me how much you care
Ooh yes, you will always be
My endless love

Two hearts,
Two hearts that beat as one
Our lives have just begun

And Forever
(Forever)
I'll hold you close in my arms
I can't resist your charms
(no no no no noooo)

And love
and, love
I'll be a fool
For you,
(noney) I'm sure
You know I don't mind
Oh, you know I don't mind

'Cause baby you,
(baby baby baby baby)
You mean the world to me
Oh
I know
I've found in you
My endless love

yeee ee eeeee
Oooh-woow
do do do do do
do do do do do
do do doo doo

Oooh, and love
Oh, love
I'll be that fool
For you,
I'm sure
That You know I don't mind
Oh you know-
I don't mind

And, YES
You'll be the only one
'Cause no one no one can deny
This love I have inside
And I'll give it all to you
My love
My love, my love
My endless love

This is another song dedicated to my parents.

Song of The Week - Hopeless Devoted to You

2010-03-26T16:58:00.002+08:00

Guess mine is not the first heart broken,
my eyes are not the first to cry I'm not the first to know,
there's just no gettin' over you
Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around
and wait for you
But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else
for me to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you
My head is saying "fool, forget him",
my heart is saying "don't let go"
Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you

An old song, one that held many precious memories to my parents. This song and the song next week is dedicated to them.

This Whole Week

2010-03-25T21:35:00.003+08:00

Wow!

I am almost been doing a marathon lately... No, I should call it download-thon. I downloaded some stuff almost everyday.

Alright, alright. I admit, that stuff is games. I plead guilty to playing games these few days. Well, I did not fully focus on games only. I read those investment articles and blogs and charts and all and learn many many things from dad.

Even my mom thinks that I have improve lately. Dad softly admitted that fact too.

I can't stop my grin as I am writing this post. Achievements and successes will come if you do put your mind, heart and soul into what you are doing.

I will try to post more often now that I am almost done downloading. Almost.

I... had almost forgotten her. This too, is almost. Almost two years from the first day we met, I had finally pushed myself to the point of forgetting her. Though I don't like to mention her in this new blog of mine, she was still a person I once loved. The thought of her name, in my mind no longer ticks that much. Now, I only wince, slightly.

I know that you want me to be like this. ^^
But there's a bad thing. Without you, I no longer have that much thoughts. I found out that I could not channel all my feelings into writing lately.

How?

How can I find another way to channel my feelings into writing again?

Sometimes, I feel lost. I can't seem to bring the sensitive me out. Is this what it feels like to grow up, matured in a way? Perhaps I am looking at the world at a new perspective, a more grown-up way. Rational somehow. Yes, I admit this too, I am still like a child in some ways but to many things, I treat it coolly. I felt there is no need to put that much feelings into solving that problem.

However, it may be a good thing though. I am no longer that sentimental and rash into doing things.

Melaka 20/03/10 - 21/03/10

2010-03-22T18:35:00.004+08:00

This trip was fabulous! That is shortest description I can describe. I overdid myself again, this time, by driving to Malacca!

Haha.

It was fun and cool, to drive two and a half hour to Malacca with your family. It is stressful though, because a slight mistake of mine could cause us our lives. I had to concentrate more than 100% of my own ability.

We arrived safely in Malacca where we met up my brother and his girlfriend (Sin Yee sis) at the entrance of my would-be-staying apartment - the Ixora apartment. The apartment is new compared to the apartments around Multimedia's University (MMU). Well, if we leave out University Green (UG) that is - also an apartment.

We had lunch together at a small hawker centre. It had been almost a month since we last had a meal together. That is worth my drive to Malacca. However, it isn't just about getting and meeting up. I had work to do - applying for entry to MMU.

When my family and I first stepped into the university's hall, my first impression was 'woah'. It had been ages since I last encountered a large mass of people - since I last attended the Leo Forum. There were people lining up to purchase application forms - which costs RM20, lining up to submit their application forms, discussing views with counselors, getting to know one another, registering themselves for further information and so on.

I can't help the fluttering of my heart. Nor can I help averting my eyes to glance below. It's been too long since I met so many people. I need time to register myself with the number of people who were doing different things.

The university is big. Real big! The whole compound is enough if a person would like to keep fit by running around it. This is going to be my new environment for almost 5 years! The beating of my heart increased as I thought.

We went to UG to get to know the environment better. We wouldn't deny immediately the probability of my staying there. Currently, Ixora is my first choice.

Later on, we checked in a hotel - The Holiday Inn. Well... Although the Holiday Inn was rated 5 stars, there were still improvements to be made and upgraded. The food, quality in the lift, and many more.

We headed to the Dataran Pahlawan to eat cakes. Nadeje is renowned for its cake. Its cake is made one layer by one layer instead of the customary-whole-piece-placed-in-the-oven-to-bake.
That is what makes it so special and delicious - hard work and creativity.

If I live and study in Malacca, I would be sure to buy more of them and bring them home for my parents. They loved the cakes! My brother asked for a couple of candles and lit them up. We sang Happy Birthday to mom and dad. Although words were not spoken, I knew that they were very very happy in their hearts.

At night, we went to a restaurant to celebrate - there were many things to be celebrated; the first was our parents birthday, which were postponed till 20th March. It was special, as they seldom celebrated any of their birthdays. The second was the acceptance of my bro's and sin yee sis's acceptance for their internship. The third to be celebrated was my SPM's results. ^^

The next day, my brother took us to the Baba Charlie which we were told they supplied the delicacies of kuihs to the Singapore Drama Little Nyonya. Wow! Pictures of Christopher Lee and many other artistes went to this renowned little house just to taste the superb art of nyonya kuihs.

There are too many experiences to be written in just a short post. They will be kept forever as memories ^^

On the Affairs of the Heart

2010-03-18T15:42:00.003+08:00

I have always stick to this thought; in terms of the affairs of the heart, there is no right nor wrong. It always seems to be logical yet nonsensical at the same time. Reasoning with oneself seems lost and never was found.

You would/may ask this question; Why do you love that person?
You would/may get this answer; Love does not require a reason. I just love that person.

This is one of the meanings of love. It is too complicated to explain and too complicated to understand.

The following is a story;

God asks three person -who passed away and were on their way to Heaven - a question and said that if they were able to give a reasonable answer, they are able to enter Heaven.

"What is love?"

The first person, answered : Love is when my friends and I shared weal and woe together as a great team.
God thought for a while and decided that answer is not really reasonable.

The second person, answered : I felt love when I am able to share each and every precious second with my beloved ones.
God, again, thought for a while and decided that perhaps, the third person's answer would be better.

The third person laughed instead when it was his turn to answer.
God, intrigued, asked him; "May I know what is it that makes you laugh?"

The third person answered Him : Even God, the Almighty, doesn't know what is love, how could we, mere beings, fully understand what is Love?

After I saw the article above, I pondered seriously. Indeed, what is love?
I sincerely agree with what the second person answered.

I felt Love when I am able to share each and every precious second with my beloved ones.

There is no rights nor wrong in a relationship. It is logical yet nonsensical. Reasoning seems unfulfilling, and is sometimes lost and never to be found.

P.S: I read the article somewhere, maybe it was in Reader's Digest.
I have edited a little of the article as I could not fully memorize the whole article, which means I added some materials of my own.
I sincerely apologize if there is any material in this post that angers you.
I took this article as an inspiration to my blog, and do not mean to insult Him.

Pushing Myself To the Limit

2010-03-15T17:45:00.003+08:00

Since the beginning of the year 2009, I swore to myself that I will try to push myself to the limit. The steps to getting pass my own record is overbearing at first. It's hard, tiring and exhausting. At the end of each day, I was battered and exhausted.

Even till now, I still aim to break my own records and my role model's - my brother's. As I follow his footsteps, I aim to do as well as he does, if I could, even better than him. You may think I am a show-off...

But this is how I live. What is fulfilling living a life like this you may also ask?

The satisfaction of breaking your limits and achieving them.

The Taurus in me asks for that haha. I am too pig-headed and stubborn in some ways.

Determination wins over many things. 'His' competition? Laziness.

Indeed, life is not only made up of breaking your own limits and records. It is really too tiring indeed. Having fun while achieving it helps. You should take some time off when you feel too tired even to lift a single finger.

Don't break down. That is the most important part... It is not worth it.

Alright... it's time to take a break. I pushed myself too hard these days just to achieve some goals. Let's take it slow the following three months till I enter university in Malacca.

Song of The Week - Never Knew I Needed

2010-03-15T17:39:00.000+08:00

(Ooh)
For the way you changed my plans
For being the perfect distraction
For the way you took the idea that I have
Of everything that I wanted to have
And made me see there was something missing (oh yeah)

For the ending of my first begin
(Ooh yeah yeah)(ooh yeah yeah)
And for the rare and unexpected friend
(Ooh yeah yeah)(ooh yeah yeah)
For the way you're something that I never choose
But at the same time something I don't wanna lose
And never wanna be without ever again (oh oh)

You're the best thing I Never Knew I Needed
So when you were here I had no idea
You're the best thing I never knew I needed
So now it's so clear I need you here always

My accidental happily (ever after oh oh oh)
The way you smile and how you comfort me (with your laughter)
I must admit you were not a part of my book
But now if you open it up and take a look
You're the beginning and the end of every chapter (oh oh)

You're the best thing I never knew I needed (oh)
So when you were here I had no idea
You're the best thing I never knew I needed (that I needed)
So now it's so clear I need you here always

Who'd knew that I'd be here (who'd knew that I'd be here oh oh)
So unexpectedly (so unexpectedly oh oh)
Undeniably happy (hey)
Said with you right here, right here next to me (oh)
Girl you're the...

You're the best thing I never knew I needed (said I needed oh oh)
So when you were here I had no idea
You're the best thing I never knew I needed (needed oh)
So now it's so clear I need you here always
Baby baby
Now it's so clear I need you here always

My Past, Present and Future

2010-03-12T15:50:00.001+08:00

I believe everyone had a past and is presently living happily and waiting for a bright future.

In my past 17 years of life, I met a lot of people who left a great impression in me. These people are the ones that I can never forget. In a person’s heart, there will always be one person, one person that is from your past. In other cases though, this person was your past, your present and is going to be your future.

I know that there should be a past what? Like a past memory, or a future bride? I intentionally left the word out. That word belongs to you solely. It is up for you to decide what the person is to you, your past ? present ? future ?

In my case, there was indeed a past. It was hard forgetting her. She gave me strength to believe in myself which led to me success today. What about my present? Presently, I have no strong intention in getting to know a girl. It’s not that I am a weirdo or a guy who is absorbed in his strange way of thinking. It is just that, I will be leaving Johor in three months, heading to Melaka. If I do find a girlfriend in these 3 months, wouldn’t we separate after I leave Johor?

My future? I still want to be a journalist. If not, a great blogger. I want to touch a person’s heart in the form of writing. Before I can achieve this goal though, I will seek to be an accountant first. To be Rich & Famous.

This is my inspirational thought though, if I had a girlfriend now;-

I would not say that I regret not being able to know you in my past for I had met you now (presently), and I know that you would always be there for me in the future.

We are all Grown-Ups now

2010-03-12T14:55:00.004+08:00

(Those born on the year 1992)

It seems so fast, we have all grown up now. We went through many stages, UPSR, PMR and SPM.
We faced many troubles in life such as love relationships, quarrels, group work and many other things.

It seems so strange yet true, we are grown-ups now, 18 in the year 2010. We can sign documents on our own, have our own bank accounts without joining it with our parents or siblings, drive a car and it is not limited to that.

Yesterday, 11-3-2010, I went and took my SPM results. I have to admit, I couldn’t get my mind off what I would be getting for my results a day before 11-3-2010. I believe many share this nervousness and anxiety. We were all full of hope.

The nostalgia in returning back to our secondary school flooded me once again. I was yet again, surrounded with the friends I cared and the teachers who cared for me. Before returning to school though, almost every ex-5 SN 2009 Chinese students gathered at an eatery (好友) just a stone throw away from the secondary school.

I could see that everyone were lively as we so seldom gathered like how we did for that precious hour. We spoke of our future, where we belong, where we would study, and where we would soar. Our goals were set, where the only thing that was lacking was our SPM results.

In the school we went.

Gestures of greetings were exchanged between us and the juniors we knew. They wished us the best of luck. We needed it and we said our thanks.

Finally, the results were out. Our ex-class teacher, Ms. Tan greeted us one by one as we lined up in front of her. Everyone’s heart were thumping and beating like a car engine pumping up fuel. Our ex-class teacher did what made our hearts thump faster.

She counted the A’s we achieved!!!

When it was my turn, I politely greeted her. My ex-history teacher, Pn. Parveen was there. My ex-mathematics teacher, Pn. Shuhaidah was there. They were two of the teachers who gave me fantastic guidance throughout the years 2008 and year 2009. Pn. Parveen told me something I did not like to hear.

She chided me and said that I wasn’t a great student, one who sat at the back and played non-stop. She even told me that my results were terrible! My heart sank, my hopes fallen. I could hear the voice at the back of my head saying that I was a hopeless person.

All that negative thought vanished as Ms. Tan counted my A’s. I turned my back when she counted 3. I don’t want to hear it anymore. I would rather count them myself but Pn. Parveen did not let me do so. Instead, she pulled my arm and held me at my previous place, right in front of Ms. Tan.

Ms. Tan hadn’t stop counting. She counted 8 A’s!!!

I achieved 8 A’s!

A few days back and I was brooding whether I would be getting far less than what my brother had achieved. I dare not place my bets on whether I will be getting 7 A’s like my brother. Instead, I had broken his record!

I could not contain this happiness I felt. I ran behind the hall and sat down, trying to calm myself down. My good brothers – the ones who truly knew me – knew what I would be doing and they did not try holding me back at my place. I called my dad. He was well, erm, a little too cool? But that is what I had inherited from him. Perhaps it is in our genes. Our feelings were not shown easily.

Then, Chee Yi, Cia Lev, Gkee Shing, Kok Yew, Shi Yuan and many others and I went to Redbox, in Jusco. We sang together. After that, some of us went to watch a movie – Green Zone. It was a great movie with a great conspiracy.

We are all grown-ups now. If we dare to dream, we are able to achieve. We reap what we sow . It was great. Everything is.

Song of The Week - So Sick

2010-03-07T18:48:00.001+08:00

Mmmm mmm yeah
Do do do do do do do-do
Ohh Yeah

Gotta change my answering machine
Now that I'm alone
Cuz right now it says that we
Can't come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
Cuz you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore
(it's ridiculous)
It's been months
And for some reason I just
(can't get over us)
And I'm stronger than this
(enough is enough)
No more walkin round
With my head down
I'm so over being blue
Cryin over you

And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Gotta fix that calender I have
That's marked July 15th
Because since there's no more you
There's no more anniversary
I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be

That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

(Leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Stupid love songs)
Dont make me think about her smile
Or having my first child
I'm letting go
Turning off the radio

Cuz I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(why can't I turn off the radio?)

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(why can't I turn off the radio?)

And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishin' you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
Why can't I turn off the radio?
(why can't I turn off the radio?)
Why can't I turn off the radio?

Don't worry... I am fine... It's nothing...

2010-03-07T18:29:00.002+08:00

Don't worry... I am fine... It's nothing...

Have you ever wondered, wondered how many times have you said it throughout your whole life?
Our mind seems to have only this answer whenever another person who cares about you asks how are you lately.

Why, why do we say this line? No, it's not wrong to say it but I really would like to know the reason we are so used to saying that line.

Is it an excuse...? An excuse to avoid further questions?
Or... is it because of our pride...? Our pig-headedness that never allow us to fall no matter what?
Or... is it because we wouldn't want to worry another person who cares?

Different people varies with different answers.

My answers? All of the three choices but mostly... it is the third choice. I really don't want to imply on another person who cares for me. I believe it is the answer for most people too. Whatever that I face, be it anything or everything, I would take it to my stride.

Of course, you are not limited to these three answers only. There are dozens more of them but whichever answer you choose, it's alright to say this once in awhile...

"I... am not fine..."

Let another person cares for you. Don't take it all to yourself. You could hurt yourself by keeping everything to yourself. Everyone needs care and love.

We do.
You do.
I do.

The most important thing is, life is not only made up of sorrow.
The sun will always set, but it will rise again, the next dawn.

Calling Out to the Wind

2010-03-04T21:57:00.002+08:00

It's been such a long time since I last really cycled. When I mean cycle, I mean cycle with my eyes wide open to the scenery around me, everything around me actually as I passed by the surroundings. It doesn't include rushing to the swimming pool for a dip.

So many things have changed in the neighborhood. Houses have been painted. New members have moved in and people have moved out. Tress and plants have grown. Not to mention, the puppies and kitties I saw 5-6 months ago are now fully-grown dogs and cats.

Every time I cycle, I would ponder on something. It can be anything and everything. Studies, and all. I am afraid though. Afraid of making the same mistake again. Every time a thought flashed through my mind, I would lose my concentration as I am deep in my thoughts.

It would mean a ride to heaven that is...

Nevertheless, I have not given up on cycling. I rekindled the passion of cycling 2-3 days ago. The kiss of the faithful wind on your face could take away all your worries. I could hear the soft whisper of leaves flowing in the wind as I rode along the road.

It is a pity Johor Bahru does not have a high hill. If I could ride up the hill and gaze upon the magnificent scene of the city, I would have dispose of all worries.

The wind, is the sole company as my legs pedaled. I should have a wind charm of my own. With a wind charm, I could hear what the wind is trying to convey to me. The tinkling sounds of the wind charm is so soothing, it helps you relax.

Wind, what message are you conveying to me? Would I understand if I had a wind charm...?

*Understanding the message of the wind, understand the the thought you have in mind.

Changing For Another Person, or Yourself?

2010-03-04T21:30:00.002+08:00

After my spm, I stayed at home as everyone who follows my blog knows. I took up driving lessons and got my driving licence, studied economics myself and through my dad.

I understand this fully - Dad really loves this family a lot. I do. Our relationship has changed, for the better these few months, starting from last year. There are times though, somehow, we still could not fully understand each other. There is this gap.

He doesn't drink, smoke nor gamble. He is unlike other dads in almost every way and I prefer it that way. There is one though, one way that I prefer him not be like what he is right now. I prefer him to communicate with us softly.

He is sometimes, too loud with his voice and his temper flares up too easily. Now I know where I had inherited my temper from (laughs). I knew that he love us till an extent to where he believes that we don't appreciate whatever he does for us.

Why can't he just lower down his voice when he has any discussions with us? Why can't he be like any other great dad in that particular way?

Of course, every coin has two sides. He is generous at how he brought the whole family to outings every weekly - 2 great breakfast and 2 great lunches! He believes that food is definitely a must in a family and doesn't really bothers about the price - it has to be reasonable though.

No, though I had lived my 18 years of life with him, I still could not accept the fact about his freaking loud voice. I told myself this; that I wouldn't be like him in that way when I teach my children in the future. My children will be my best friends and I will be their ears.

I will learn from my dad on his generosity but on the temper part, it's time to change my own right now (I did changed a lot. My tempers seldom flare unless that person really piss me off)

Then, this line suddenly pop out of nowhere. "Don't try to change another person, try to change yourself for that person for a change".

Have I heard it somewhere or did I make it up myself?

It is not important. The change is.

My Quietness

2010-03-04T20:58:00.002+08:00

No, I am not really a quiet person. In fact... I am comfortable in being a little noisy (well... about the rest around me... sorry!)

When it comes to discussions though, I am quiet. It's not that I don't want to discuss but I like to listen quietly and think or ponder about what another person had said. Then, I would voice out my opinions or suggestions. Well, if I have any ideas on what to do, I would definitely voice out my suggestions firsthand.

When it comes to topics or discussions on relationships, I tend to keep fully quiet. Perhaps I am too used to writing these 'opinions' of mine instead of saying it out. I listen quietly and think. Thought about what my friends had said. I could write after the discussion.

Topics like this have to be quiet, isn't it? Who would want a clown acting like a well, clown at that moment?

Or perhaps, the constant discussion with my dad puts me off from another discussion but I don't believe that's the case.

Don't worry, I will voice out but that has to depends on the topic or the ones I am having the topic with.

寂寞的定义 , Loneliness

2010-03-03T22:00:00.003+08:00

太多了。太多想法太多感触。太多的定义。不同人有不同的感触。
寂寞，是什么？
有人说寂寞是孤单的好朋友或好兄弟。
对我来说，寂寞是当我再也没机会牵到你的手。

Too much feelings overnight. Too much thoughts in the day. Different people have different views and feelings.
Loneliness. What is it...?
To me, Loneliness is what I felt when I no longer am able to hold your hand as we cross the street together.

I am a Crazed CS Player

2010-03-03T15:31:00.004+08:00

Haha. I can imagine many shaking their heads when they saw this. Well... I am indeed an average guy. I do play games occasionally. I have to admit, I was crazy about games during my even 'younger' days.

I only plays Counter-Strike 1.6 / Counter-Strike : Source. You can play the game but not in excess. I played too much and got addicted to it, also during my 'even younger' days. Well, nothing much to talk about. I don't want to fill this blog up with my crazed game antics.

If you are also an avid player or just any other player, you can go to this website to change your weapon skins.

I am unlike old times.

www.fpsbanana.com

Repainting... Again.

2010-03-02T22:17:00.002+08:00

Well... not the same place or room but I did painting again, today. I painted my own bathroom this time (the previous two times were my mom's and the lower floor's bathroom). Up the stairs I climbed... again.

Don't worry, it's no big deal anyways. It's just 4-5 steps up till the head reaches the ceiling of the bathroom. No big deal. If you fell, you would just twist your leg or hand or land head first to the floor.

Touch Ceiling!!! I mean, touch wood!

Nevertheless, the self-satisfactory in painting your own room/bathroom is indeed rewarding. We can save money by painting it ourselves, no, myself. My mom asked me to. I also feels that it is time to repaint. The moisture from the evaporation of water has eroded some paint off the wall and ceiling. Sigh, I would definitely give the contractor we had asked to build our house a 3/10 rating. If the house I were to live in in the future, I would ask him/her to truly put his/her heart into building that precious house.

It needn't be magnificent and huge and fantastic. It just need to last as long as I am breathing (and there shouldn't be a need to repaint!)

...

Now, its green. Green is good for the eyes. Natural ambiance and environment. Now... to get the odour away, I need three days...?!?!

Alright, lets start counting, shall I? As I am writing this post, time is ticking by...

18 hours, 45 minutes, 22 seconds....

我能给你一把钥匙, I Can Give You a Key to Your Heart

2010-02-28T22:04:00.003+08:00

之前，我上 facebook 时，望到了这一行字。
“谁能给我一支神奇的锁轻轻一开就让寂寞飞走"
这一行字真有意思..
那时，我想这么回答她...

我不能给你一只神奇的锁，因为你已怀有。
我只能给你一把钥匙，
打开你心里那讨厌的锁，
轻轻一开就让寂寞飞走。

P.S : 抱歉,借用你那一行字写出这个部落格的post...我并没有恶意。。

I chanced upon seeing something a friend of mine had written in Facebook.
She asked,
"Who could give me a magic lock, one that can open easily where all loneliness could fly away?"
At that second, when I saw that post at her facebook, I had this sudden thought for an answer.
"I can't give you a magic lock, one that you asked about, for you had already owned it.
I am able to give you a key though, to open that dratted lock in your heart.
With a small click, every loneliness of yours would fly away and disappear forever."

P.S : I really don't mean any... erm, anything by writing this post. I only happen to chance upon your comment earlier today... If you were to see this post, please forgive me if you feel any discomfort...

Your simple line gave me inspiration to write a post in my blog. I had been cracking my head to think about what to write these days. Thank you... though I know that everything was like my own single part of thinking. ^^

Haircut... Haircut... ......

2010-02-23T22:27:00.000+08:00

Alright, I admit. The hair cut was my idea. I wanted to look neat and tidy when I visit my secondary school tomorrow. I wanted my hair short...

The hair stylist said okay... and cut.

I wasn't wearing my glasses...

Couldn't see how it progressed...

By the time I wore them back on...

Wah!

Short!

No!

I mean, Real Short!

5cm?

... 4...3... !!!!

I think the next time I cut my hair, I would just like to straighten it.

It Will Be Worth it

2010-02-23T22:13:00.002+08:00

It will be worth it. I fully agree with the thought of writing a post every day. If I am able to do it for a year, there will be 365 posts. If I look back at my previous posts in the future, I can get to see how much I have grown.

Have I become more matured? I can't judge myself. I would be too biased and definitely say no. Looking back at the previous blog I had created for... some one, I noticed that it was worth it. I mean, writing so many posts. It wasn't only created for that some one, but also like what this blog is for currently - to write out what I feel.

'The Night Seems to be Our Theatre' is imported from the previous blog. I feel astonished sometimes at how much I love writing.

A year, 12 months, 365 days.

365 posts.

Though I have to admit, some posts are like this one, not about the affairs of the heart but more alike to a diary. It will still be definitely worth it.

The Right Girl

2010-02-22T22:12:00.002+08:00

When a really close friend of mine asked me 'what kind of girl do I like and what does true beauty means to you?'

I was speechless at the first question but knew how to answer the second.

To me, true beauty is when a girl smiles.

When a girl smiles, she is most beautiful. Life should be made up of smiles, joy and laughter. Another thing is inner beauty. What is that 'outer beauty' when there is no inner beauty? Wouldn't that 'outer beauty' be just a facade?

I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Needless to say, a girl. No, that would be too selfish of me.

I believe everyone is born to have a great inner beauty. After that, it is when 'choices' came in. Life is made up of choices. You can choose to have a great personality. I can choose to do this and that. That is life. It depends on the person then. How would you use that 'choices'?

About the first question... As I am writing this post, I still do not know the answer. Perhaps, one who has inner beauty? One who always smiles? Someone who knows how to let her hair down at times and be serious at another time.

Miss Independent.

Haha. I really don't know the answer. Perhaps I have closed my eyes for too long and never truly understands the girls around me. Or maybe I always never make the first move. I don't know. Really.

You may think that I am a joke in saying that I really don't know. Well... I can't argue haha.

Who knows, maybe I will meet someone in future. Right now, let me take a small break.

Smile, for your smile will light up not only my life, but everyone around you.
Laugh, not only for the sake of the ones around you, but for your own.
Dance, not only to the music but to the way your feet leads you.
Jump, not only to exercise but to the way your joy leads you.
Shout, not angrily at your parents but to the sea to release your sorrows.
Write, not only by swearing bad words but to pen out your emotions.
Walk, not only to cross that zebra crossing but along your loved ones.
Love, not only your family but the ones around you.

Driving isn't that very fun after all

2010-02-22T15:13:00.006+08:00

Before I got my driving license, I was grumbling about not able to take my JPJ's exam earlier. My hopes were high to drive high & low. I also hoped to fetch my family here and there, anywhere they wanted.

I passed the driving exam in the end... and got my driving license. Too used to being instructed on what to do, I experienced fear in driving my parent's cars. Our cars have no extra brake at the passenger seat. That really put fear in me.

What if I couldn't control my car quickly enough before it crashes? Not only my whole life would be gone in just seconds, my family's too! Jeez. Driving wasn't that fun after all. I had to fully focus on the road ahead, my mirrors and everything. Though driving here and there is not really a problem... the whole course in bringing my family to a destination safely is tiring.

Another thing... the fourth time in driving my dad's old Mercedes, I drove my family to a place near City Square. Imagine my stress and tire in driving that long journey. My fourth time in driving a big car some more. In the afternoon, I drove them to Sentosa, near Taman Tebrau.

... Everything was fine.

Sigh. This driving thingy just isn't that fun to look at. Becareful while driving everyone. I know that different people would have different ways to minimize the hazardous accidents while driving but you know... accidents do happen.

... D.a.m.n.

I accidentally and slightly bumped my mom's Toyota Camry. Scrapped a little paint off that pretty car.

...

W.T. hell... was I thinking in the morning? Jeez. man....

Really gotta be careful and not take driving for granted.

DAMN! me.

Everybody's Changing. Really.

2010-02-21T22:22:00.002+08:00

No... I am not copying the lyrics from the song 'Everybody's Changing'. I am really talking about everyone around me. I feel like they are changing constantly. Please, I mean it in a good way. I do. Out of nowhere, I felt misplaced. The sudden fear of this constant changing is making me feel fearful.

Everyone's grown up now, with goals and ambitions. I can't say I don't have them, only that right now, I can't fulfill them till the time is right. Is this fear of changing wrong then? It depends, depends on what you are seeking to change.

However, don't expect others to change for you. Try to change for others in exchange.

Tired. I am tired of reaching out, reaching out to where my hands would feel nothing but empty space. Tired of reaching out to your hands but yet they were not there. In this, I can't change this feeling.

No matter how much I sleep, I still feel lethargic. You really aren't there anymore. I tried. Tried reaching out to another person but what if that is yet another empty space? I can't change this fact either. I can't change a person's opinions of me truly in just a second nor a minute.

I really need a change. Really, I do.

I'm a Stranger... no?

2010-02-16T20:55:00.004+08:00

I am nobody,
some one you have never met before.
Every day, I saw you walking just right across the street.
It started to drizzle out of a sudden.
I took out my umbrella,
and waited right across the street,
at the zebra crossing.
You were trying to shelter yourself from the dreaded rain.
I hate this traffic light instantly.
It separated us,
even though we were just 5 meters away.
I hate this traffic light,
but I could only wish it would turn green immediately.
Then,
it did.
I strode towards you,
you walked towards me.
Our eyes met for the first time.
Yours were brown,
mine were black.
We held each others gaze.
Unexplainable, our feet stopped moving.
I knew that I must say this,
for if this precious moment is lost,
I would never have the courage to speak to you again.

"I am a stranger, one that you had never met. Every day, at this time, this usual venue, I was always two steps behind you, only that I was right across the street. You couldn't see me but my eyes would not obey my command. They would just gaze at your view from the back.

I know that I am a stranger, one who may only get to pass through your life once, and one who may only get to speak to you once. I would never ask to be your only one, but may I always be some one who may always gets to care for you?"

* If that isn't possible, then, I would rather always be right across the street, behind you.
To care for you.

我的好奇

2010-02-16T20:49:00.003+08:00

有时我真的很好奇。
很好奇为什么我会选择去写这些爱情的作品。
一般男生应该不会很喜欢写这种感性的东西。
不管我怎样问我自己，
我寻找不到我要的答案。
脑海里就不知不觉的想了。
有些人说我写得很让人感动。
谢谢你。
但我只是把自己的感情写出来而已。
虽然不是像以前为了某个人而写的，
但这些感情，
如果没写出来的话就好像会满出来一样。
很开心，
至少我还能把已满的感情写出来。

Taking One Step at a Time

Life-Saving Bouy

4 Monkeys and a Huge Watermelon

I'mma.

In Pain... Myself and I

Shattered...

Friends, ties, bonds, family.... F.O.S

We are merely Humans

My Dream 'Packs'

那些年 - Song of the Week

2.0.1.2

First Light

Pumping Up

Never Drop, Never Break, Never Fall. Again.

That Young Boy

Forgotten You... and I

My Angel

A Villain or a Hero. It doesn't Matter

Waiting For Your Return

The Path Ahead

一个 小小的 举动。

What If

These Few Days~

"Defrosted"

The Talk On Strangers

Song of the Week - 没关系

Teardrops of Heaven

The Best Love Story

Song of the Week - 重生

Adaption

1 + 1 = 2...?

A Pair - Us

Goodbye... 2010

Gifts

Sshh~ It's My Excuse~

My Naughty Naughty Qi~

Song of the Week - Let's Start From Here

A New Look

Life at Ixora.

My Dreams

Everything that You do

Serenity

My View on Life~

Over and Over Again

It's Not a Dream

A Glow

Song of The Week - 天涯海角

Growing Up

Song of The Week - 寂寞寂寞就好

A Promise

Song of The Week - 天天想你

A Simple Sentence

Waiting at the Finish Line

Can't Wait...

Song of The Week - I Just Called To Say I Love You

I am Home~

There She Is

舍不得,思念与期待。 Longing.

Biding Goodbye...

That is Until You Came In

Song of The Week - 你不知道的事

Let me take your hand?

One step, Two Steps, It doesn't matter.

To Angela - The Friend who understands me.

Stranger in a Familiar Place

Song of The Week - Somewhere Only We Know

Song of The Week - Gallery

怎么了？

别人的寂寞

How I wish I can see your smile again

Unexpected

Song of The Week - 一个人的行李

Rain

Song of The Week - Be With You

The Tinkle of a Bell

Its Been a Long Time

Song of The Week - Endless Love

Song of The Week - Hopeless Devoted to You

This Whole Week

Melaka 20/03/10 - 21/03/10

一个小小的举动。