Sunday, June 28, 2009

Hate that I love this song.

I need to know that I broke your heart.
The truth is that it's about me
Hurting just to find a line,
This is giving me trouble

I'd like to know I left a scar.
I'm wondering do you feel free?
Do you still kiss like you kissed me?
Are you still keeping my secrets?

I'm pretty good at honesty,
This is causing me trouble.

You lit me up and hurt me like bullets
These pieces of you are left in me.
The craziest thing is that I love it,
The holes in me, the holes in me.

This is not an apology,
Not sentiment, not surgery.
People falling out of time,
Just tripping and stutters.

You're beautiful, it's not your fault,
and it's causing me trouble.

You lit me up and hurt me like bullets
These pieces of you are left in me.
The craziest thing is that I love it,
The holes in me, the holes in me.


Bullets - Vega4

Saturday, June 20, 2009

B&W


When the world turns black, who will return it's colours?

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Which one would you pick?

A blunt knife that can cut.
or
A sharp knife that cannot cut.

Friday, June 05, 2009

The day then

6th May 2008

I took what I deemed would be my last stroll before I left my campus of 3 years. The feeling is considerably far, hardly existent. But as I sat on the train back, it started to hit. I asked a friend, yes we would definitely miss each other's company. Three years is not long but nonetheless short, time is cruelly fast and also scarce, they are still plenty yet left to be explored. There were ample amounts of moments shared, yet when the end is near, everything seems so long ago, distant. A life that I once had, or is still holding on to, is slowly reaching its destiny. And here I am watching myself walking away from it as the clock ticks. Deep down I silently wish it wouldn't end so soon, even though I wouldn't call these 3 years great nor excellent, yet it is as eventful and interesting as one could have. Life is painted with plenty of colours from every single possible aspects within a short period, even only when the days left is numbered, it is still being painted. A part of the journey is almost complete, a mark has been made, and the sun will rise again to a new different life that awaits, after all the waiting.


So much that had happened, so much that has not.
So much that is long forgotten, and those that are still here.
So much that one could have today, and not tomorrow.
So much that what will come tomorrow, while yesterday is lost.
So much can one hope for, and the rest we care not.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Thou shall wait.

等待是一种期待,
也许是一种忍耐,
也可以是一种悲哀,
偶尔,根本就是一种伤害。

可是没有等待,
就失去了期待,
若不期待,还会有意义吗?
意义不在,
爱,也变成一片空白。

等待,可以让人觉得委屈,
也可以成为一场悲剧。
但,当等待结束时,
可以让人觉得满足。
到头来,等待,
也可以是一种幸福。