February 2013

Friends can only be friends. It is easy to share joys together, but that's it.

Your lover loved you only when you were together. Well, he said he would still be praying for me, 'wyatb'. I hope he really remember me in his prayers. I guess I should be grateful with that thinking of how sad it was to be completely cut out of his life. Thank you very much.

Family is the only 'us' who stand by me when the rest disappears.  Time proves so.



You still have 'us'

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Sunday, February 24, 2013

In this proud land we grew up strong
We were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

No fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
Ive changed my face, Ive changed my name
But no one wants you when you lose




Don't give up

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Saturday, February 23, 2013

Stupid hormones, let me introduce you to my three new friends.

Don't bother knowing their names, they are hard to pronounce.

I have known this all along: being in love is to be vulnerable.

Only Heaven knows what has been in the heart all this while.

As for me, I won't forget.

I am glad it did not work with that guy with a lovely smile. (He is the victim, I am the villain)

and also the plan to secure every semester's dean's list, the prestigious internship I tried applying in year 3, the leading role in a musical production I auditioned for, the idea of being talented in arts, ...

I have lived almost 4 years of contant epic fail and I still do not believe that I am actually a useless person.

so there the list goes on...!







I am secretly having crush with cigarettes. Wouldn't it be awesome on lonesome nights like this one, when flashbacks of the past played and when the regrets came along? Or when the thoughts of tomorrow has exhausted me, ceased to be appealing to this worn-out soul.

Last things. I could die tomorrow, then I would die a lonely person. If God permitted me to wake up again tomorrow and stay alive for some more years ahead, I would know how awful it is to live like this,  to be known as something by everyone, yet nothing by anyone. Time passed and it would never came back to me, for me to live with someone to grow up with. I gave it up when I decided to find the answer to my own worth, I left them all. And I think I am seeing an answer.

I missed that momentum. Then, let this be my last chance: a dog friend to grow old with.

I wish I were short-minded enough to smoke.


On the nights I went mellow

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Saturday, February 16, 2013