going prom-ming.

no no no. not to a PROM. but to WILSON'S PROM [i don't know the full thingamajit name]. who IS wilson?

tune in next week to find out(:

holes.

lately, my life has been filled with potholes that i walk into and fall so hard that it really kinda gives me some form of a wake up kinda call.

and it really hurts.
bigtime.

but there's always those few people who make falling down a little easier. and they pick you up, make some sense of the pothole, take your hand, and continue walking the journey with you.

i realised i haven't been posting photos, uh, well, i'm not allowed out so i can't take interesting [MORE interesting, anyway.] stuff. so had to take random stuff at home lah.

sometimes, i guess, love is a good enough reason.

time after time.

time and time and TIME again. i say sorry for things that are to you, wrong. but you know what. you never ever listen to me. hear what i have to say. you make your rules. and i have to play your little game.
i'm always the wrong one.
i'm never right, or left for that matter.
i'm always the one left crying.
always the one left hurting.
while you pierce that knife right thru' my heart.
why do you hurt me when it hurts you?

just give me my wings
let me fly away to somewhere new.
take away all my passion and drive in my life
and just let me rot
within four walls that i can't even call my home
cos i don't know where my heart is anymore.

...i think it's outside where all the pretty flowers grow,
where children run free and play.
water will flow like it's never ending
and trees will be greener than green.

expectations.

going off for camp in about 7 hours time.

expect to find out more.
expect to want more.
expect to feel more.
expect the unexpected... [cliche]

mum got back today! yay. i'm so happy. i'm a happy happy happy happy girl.
it's funny how you can be so down in the dumps one day, and so happy the next.
but anyhow, mum's back, i'm going for camp, it's going to be another long week, albeit exciting and FUN.

and cos it's gonna be ALL ABOUT YOU(:

ps. happy birthday leeway! hope you had a great 18th!

it hurts.

"sit down, you eat and listen to me."

...suddenly the rice in my bowl seemed alot more interesting than anything else.
...the fork seemed alot more bendable than usual at the moment.
and in a moment, i found out that it was very bendable.

do you know what hurts the most?
it's cos you love me, that's why it's the way it is.

i've got alot more to go. alot more to learn. it's a long long walk and a tiresome walk.
thank you for walking with me.
you could have not hang around and listen to me cry,
but you did.
you could have just walked away,
but you stayed.

thank you.

it hurts.

"sit down, you eat and listen to me."

...suddenly the rice in my bowl seemed alot more interesting than anything else.

...the fork seemed alot more bendable than usual at the moment.

and in a moment, i found out that it was very bendable.

do you know what hurts the most?
it's cos you love me, that's why it's the way it is.

i've got alot more to go. alot more to learn. it's a long long walk and a tiresome walk.
thank you for walking with me.
you could have not hang around and listen to me cry,
but you did.
you could have just walked away,
but you stayed.

thank you.

room-mates.

so how has it been sharing my room with someone? not a house, a ROOM. as in like, same four walls with the same person everday. i must say that it has been a really interesting experience considering that in all of my SEVENTEEN years, i've NEVER had to share a room with anyone except during camps and stuff lah. not counted! well, anyway, this is just how the table has been split up and how we work when we actually do do work. haha. it's actually quite good, cos it means that i've gotta to keep my desk clean with the limited space i have to work with. my mum will be quite pleased to see that you can actually see the bottom of my table. haha. it never happened when i didn't have to share a table. but you should see the underneath of my bed now tho. *hurhur.
*i love you roomie(: thank you for all the cereal and nutty bars. haha.

there's something about you.

running on.

it's been one long week.
it's gonna be another long four days.
then time will start to speed up and then i'll have no time and...

my body is tired from all that running around for place A to place B day to day since monday. i'm not complaining cos everything's been really fulfilling and fun. and just so happened that everything seemed to clash and it's just before the exams.

but i'm tired. running running running... pant pant pant.

i really am. sick and tired of playing a part.

sometimes you just get a bit sick of being yourself.
Lord, i need strength.

snow-filled memories.

since it's getting bright and sunny, i decided to think about nice, cold snow-y memories.

*mish is thinking of snow, skis, white...

you(:

happy and sunny days.

one of those days where you wake up all groggy and stuffed up in the nose. and you just feel like staying in bed. however, due to a certain EAP test that you have to sit for that morning, you drag your tired body to the toilet and splash the icy cold water on your face. and you're awake. still with a stuffy nose, but nonetheless, awake.

the moment you step out in the sun and the cool morning breeze brushes past your face...

the day starts getting happier and brighter(:

tiny things.

it's one of those days, when it's gonna rain outside. and you're nice and warm in the house, in front of the laptop. i cuddle my knees closer to me. feeling just a teeny bit cold in this empty house. the clouds are starting to gather outside.

nice to have some peace for a change.

after waking up early in the morning to rush for ltc after a late night. listening to jay chou sets the tone for today. it's a lazy afternoon.

mish, wake up. do some work.

it's a lazy afternoon lah. must i repeat myself? i start to take out some photos that i've been meaning to put up and spread them over my table. i pick each and everyone out carefully and take a moment with each.

it's the little things.

the smallest details, that matter. somethings about me that you see, that i don't. tiny things that you appreciate, i find insignificant.

mish puts the photo down.

okay. time to get to work. but before that...

...love the light that falls across your face.

okay. back to nikolai gogol and his overcoat.