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Sunday, February 28, 2010, 3:43 AM
CHANGES
neverpromise.weebly.com Friday, February 26, 2010, 5:25 AM
Opinions can be easily changed. I may be loving you today, but I may be hating you just as much tomorrow. FYI, this doesn't only applies to BGR. Its just that people, humans change so quickly. I shifted my vision for a second, turned back and I can hardly recognise you. What happened? I know we change, the world is constantly moving too. But how drastically you've changed. Its not that I don't love you, its that you used to be so much better. Saturday, February 20, 2010, 7:31 AM
Miss you guys
Wednesday, February 17, 2010, 5:38 AM
Thoughts
Friday, February 12, 2010, 5:44 AM
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Lost
Lying back on the grassy land. I looked up into the blue sky, tears begin to form at the corner of my eyes. I felt so lost without anyone. Nobody took any notice of me. Nobody would. They left one by one. There were voices of comfort at first, it grew to be chiding me, arguing which relative's house should I be dump at next. Continuous days of not eating left my health deteriorating. I held back a bitter laugh, I was just like my dad. The man whom I hate and love so much. I hate him for leaving me. But I love him for being the perfect daddy 6 months back. I grew up in a single-parent family. Mum left when I was just 2 years old. My memories of her were foggy. There was a lady who fed me, play with me, went on picnics together. But there was never a sense of familiarity with her. She always remained as a scene through a frosted window. It was my dad I was close to. He was always there for me, whether I need him or not. I used to be bullied in school, for coming from a single-parent family. For having no mummy to pack my lunch, to pick me up after school. I grew up to be an insecure adolescent. People stay away from me and group work were always a nuisance. Some cliques will be forced to accept me. But I never let that bother me. I had my dad. That was all I wanted. But nothing goes your way. Fate had to interrupt our peaceful life and played a cruel joke on me. She brought away dad. It was my 18th birthday. Dad never misses any one of my birthday. No matter how many jobs he take, no matter how busy he is. He never fails to surprise me every year. I'll never forget that fateful day. It was past midnight, I was already dozing off. But there was still no sign of dad and my heart begun to beat quick and fast. I heard a loud rap on the door and my heart skipped a beat. It has to be dad. I thought to myself as I sighed with relief and opened the door. I looked straight into a blue uniform and as I looked up, I saw an unfamiliar face. "Is Miss Lin Jia Min in?" He asked. "I am. Is something wrong?" I replied quizzically. "I'm sorry for the unfortunate news," he paused for a while. Suddenly, something struck me and I knew I don't want to hear anymore. But he continued, "Your father was involved in a hit-and-run accident... He passed away on the spot." I looked at him, frowning. I did not seem to understand what he was trying to say. It just doesn't make sense. "My dad..is dead?" I wondered out loud. "Yes. Can you please make a trip to confirm the body?" "Yea.....sure.." I answered, nodding my head numbly. The morgue was really quiet, but peaceful, instead of being eerie. I was led into a room and saw a body on the table. My instincts screamed for me to run away, but I insisted on talking a step forward. I could see the man clearly and its not a scene you would forget. His skin was pale white. His arms muscular. His hair tousled, high nose and closed eyes. If not for the big wound in his head, I would have thought he was sleeping. Suddenly, something stirred within me and tears welled on in my eyes, rolled down my cheeks dripped on to dad's arm. I stood there, not doing anything, sobbing silently. I refused to touch him, to interrupt this peaceful picture. But my tears continued flowing. It was hours before someone dragged me away. That was the last I saw of my dad. I stopped eating after that. Only consuming when I was on the verge of dying. Some part of me was ripped out when dad died. There were relatives who pitied me and took me in. But one by one, they started to dread the mere sight of me. I was told that I had a bad influence on their kids. For those without, they will cook up with some ridiculous excuse just to kick me to the next relative in line. I led a meaningless life and was lost without my dad. I would visit the places we went so often, but i never cried after that day. I refused to shed another tear for the man who left me lost and alone in this inhuman world. My eyes filled up with tears and it overflowed. The blue sky slowly lost its color and fade away. My eyes gradually close. I had never felt this lost. Fiction Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 6:51 AM
Unidentified objects
That's what humans are. Unidentified objects. We can't identify ourselves. Can't identify our feelings towards one another. Creatures which aren't capable to identifying what they really want and what they really fear the most. Some think its losing a loved one, others may feel otherwise. Personally, its more of a case of being afraid that I, myself will be upset over the loss. Isn't that the case for most people. Or am I just inhuman? People come and go. Sure, you'll definitely be crying over the people you love. But on the other hand, you know you'll feel terrible because you've just lost a loved one. You'll do anything to get the burden off your mind, to the extent that you'll blame each and everyone you know. But does it actually make you feel better? If it doesn't, why do humans do it? Which bring us back to the original sentence. That humans are unidentified object. Who don't know what they want, how they feel, what they fear. Ironic that I'm one myself. Wait. Don't stop. Sorry for the white space. |
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Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.Jiamin ex-northspringer ; Peihwaian 我可以天真无邪,我可以自认很成熟,有时的我宁可相信一切的好,有时我却痛恨这一切 当你发现我远不可近,我却就在你面前,有时很幼稚,但也有哲学的时候 这一切的一切,拼凑起来就是我 |
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+ CHANGES + Common tests are finally over. Feeling demoralised... + Miss you guys + Thoughts + Those people who wants to or already committed sui... + Lost + Unidentified objects + Been busy for like basically the whole week. But w... + You know, I have no freaking idea what's wrong wit... + Noticed an interesting phenomenon. Things are not ... wheni'mgone
+ April 2009 + May 2009 + June 2009 + July 2009 + September 2009 + October 2009 + November 2009 + December 2009 + January 2010 + February 2010 takeabow
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