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Trini's.
121095.
CHIJ St. Nicholas Girls' School (Primary & Secondary)
P1P, P2W, P3P, P4P, P5C, P6C
S1C, S2P, S3L, S4L
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Catholic Junior College
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GUZHENG ENSEMBLE

What is the difference between loving and liking?

Random musings

you pulled me back
caught me and left me hanging
in your pocket
you're my worst salvation, baby.
oh i wish i was not the one to walk away
to live life your way.

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Creditorials

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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Sometimes, I don't know why I have these thoughts. I mean, I think I'm always giving quite a lot of people that are important to me. But am I as important to them as how they are important to me?

You know, these few years, I've been keeping count of who gave me presents during my birthday. Of course, I don't expect you to give me anything if I haven't given you anything at all. Why would I want anything from you if I didn't bother to give you anything. But, for those that I've painfully sacrificed my study time/homework time to do up your scrapbooks I'm sorry if this sounds fucking selfish, but I do want something back. I want something to show that you care for how I feel during my birthday as much as I care for you. Those pictures that I printed, cost money. Those designs that I tried my very best to do up although I suck at art horribly, I want something back...

I know this sounds fucking selfish, and fucking ridiculous, because you're not supposed to expect to get anything back in a friendship. But do I even mean anything...? I mean you didn't even give me anything, not a single thing during my birthday last year when I took a month to do up yours. Filled up every single page, printed countless photos and copied lyrics, bought expensive paper cut-outs, designs from paper market. You didn't even give me a letter for my birthday... I understand that it was during the O levels period. But...I don't know. I don't feel appreciated. You probably just threw the book somewhere allowing it to collect dust. And now, I've to chip in to plan your birthday surprise, when you already had one today with your dearest best friends. I'm nothing, right. You probably don't care if I even give you anything this year.

And so I finally said this after so long.

Sometimes, I'm glad that we're not in the same school. Spare me the grieve.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

想哭可以跟谁说？寂寞又可以跟谁说？故事里的快乐永远不会发生。喜欢与不喜欢的距离太过遥远。但遥远的距离在我们之间又显得太渺小。被你摧毁的虚伪 不甘觉醒的我 一点一点残缺。 我只能在梦里向你倾诉，现实中的你永远太遥远。你到底是不喜欢我还是怎样。这样真的好辛苦。看着你笑永远不为我，就算我在你面前，你看着的也不是我。 This is so fucking incoherent I don't even. It's a mixture of lyrics that I've been writing these few days and probably bits and pieces of how the inspiration for the lyrics came about. I don't even know what I'm fucking doing with my life already. MYE is next week and I don't even know where to start, how to start. I want to take H3 math-linear algebra. Ha. Joke of the fucking century. No way, I can't meet the requirements. Went home after night study yesterday and just plopped on the bed after bathing. I was supposed to continue work, but no. I fell asleep. I didn't even pack my bag or charge my phone because I don't even know how and when I fell asleep. Sometimes I ask myself, is this what I really want. Then I realised, I never knew what I wanted. I don't know myself. Day by day, time is ticking. And I'm wasting my time doing useless things. Will retaining really be that huge a catastrophe? Will dying really matter? I'm just a stastic. This is probably one of the most incoherent post I ever had.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

I want to be in a relationship just to try out how painful a break-up can be.