Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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I'm not going to delete this blog, as it holds a sentimental value for me. So yeah, please do be alert enough to know that this blog is no longer in use. If necessary, I'll go around tagging to remind you guys for relinking. Sorry for the inconvenience made.
If our love was a fairytale, I would charge in & rescue you. Y
Saturday, August 29, 2009
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If our love was a fairytale, I would charge in & rescue you. Y
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Blogger is definitely having some problems, I want to blog, but I can't(!)
I assume many people is experiencing the same thing as I do.
It's been weeks, I guess. & it's still not solved.
Hm, perhaps I should move on using another blog site(?)
Onsugar/livejournal? Maybe. Well, shall wait & see. (:
If our love was a fairytale, I would charge in & rescue you. Y
Thursday, July 30, 2009
HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY, DEAREST NG WEI LIANG.
I've said enough. Honey, I can't hear you.
If our love was a fairytale, I would charge in & rescue you. Y
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Been issued a LOA- 39.1 degrees.
Something to be happy about or? Laughs :O
Never thought I would get it. Perhaps it's just meant to be.
I see that we're getting nowhere, dearest <\3
If our love was a fairytale, I would charge in & rescue you. Y
I Am
I am a memory, waiting to be forgotten.
I am a photograph that has begun to fade.
I am the stars that always vanish.
I am the night that melts into day.
I am the wind, that one day, will settle.
I am the sun, that one day, won't shine.
I am the present, without a tomorrow.
I am a flaw, and a waste of your time.
I am a product of my predecessors.
A stain of blood upon their clean cheeks.
I am a mute child with an answer
To why the wind howls and why the lark sings.
I am the rain, waiting to dry up.
I am a dream, about to shatter.
I am a heart that is already broken.
I am a life, that no longer matters.
I am a flower, that one day will wither.
I am the hope, that soon will be lost.
I am the summer that melts into winter.
I am a snowflake, ephemeral frost.
I am the rest given to those that are weary,
A song to be sung when the sea is asleep.
I am a maiden hidden in her own mind,
With many things to say and many secrets to keep.
I am the yesterday, that's always changing.
I am the future, unwritten in stone.
I am the salty tears of the ocean.
I am an angel, without a home.
I am a woman, that cries out for mercy.
I am a demon that prays in the dark.
I am the musician that plays no music.
I am an ember, a fire's last spark.
I am the summer, and once was the autumn,
The coldest winter and most radiant spring.
I am a bird with new hope,
With new wings and songs to sing.
I am a child, afraid to look forward.
I am a man, afraid to look behind.
I am a feather, that keeps on flying,
I am the darkness that melts into light.
I am the knowledge that has been rejected.
I am the cloud, that brings forth rain.
I am a goddess, that heeds destruction.
I am the one, that cries for your pain.
I am the music box that sings ever softly,
Waiting for someone to hear its melody.
I am a labyrinth full of questions,
Riddles with no answers and new sites to see.
I am a slave, torn away from freedom.
I am a bird, caught in a golden cage.
I am the poet, lost without rhythm.
I am a reader, who can't turn a page.
I am a flute, that sings of peace.
I am a child that sees what is true.
I am a product of this earth’s nature.
I am what makes the sky azure blue.
I am a fool caught in a web,
Of hopes, fears, and forgotten dreams.
I am a nightmare, looming within you,
Making you weary, making you scream.
I am a statue whose beauty is broken.
I am a tongue that doesn't shed lies.
I am the water that cleanses your spirit.
I am a person that doesn't yearn to die.
I am an arrow, shot by cupid.
I am a lonely spirit in the forest.
I am the song that needs no singing,
I am a ghost finally put to rest.
I am the mage, instrument of evil,
Enchanting your spirit, capturing your heart.
A puppet of love, pulling you together,
Then little by little tearing you apart.
I am your conscience, making you weary.
I am your mind, making you dream.
I am the voice in your ear, whispering.
I am the fear that makes you scream.
I am all that is broken.
I am the black in a raven's eye.
I am a dream that lingers forever.
I am the limit found beyond the sky.
I am the past, and I am the future,
A whirlwind of nonsense, a mystery.
I am a paradox with riddle,
With no one to solve or comprehend but me.
I am a dancer, yet without a partner.
I am the sorrow, without dismay.
I am the happiness that lurks in the shadows.
I am a dog that has gone astray.
I am a believer that believes…. in nothing.
I am a baby that no longer cries.
I am the taste of honey on your lips.
I am a person that has touched the sky.
I am a novel, yet without an ending.
I am a red rose caught in full bloom.
I am a daffodil that grows in winter.
I am a temple encrypted with runes.
I am the mist, born from the ocean,
With rolling hills of blue evergreen.
I have found hope in the rising tide,
Because it has sheltered and protected me.
I am the tears of Amaterasu.
I am an angel born from the sea.
I am the gentle wind of Autumn.
I am the daughter of Adam and Eve.
I am a spider caught in its own web.
I am a remnant of something once warm.
I am a wolf that no longer howls.
I am the bird that sings in the morn'.
I am a princess, banished from her kingdom,
Cursed and doomed to forever walk alone.
I am vagabond with no compass,
No map, and no shelter to call a home.
I am a book that hasn't been opened.
I am a quill that no longer writes.
I am a leaf that keeps on changing.
I am an owl that glides through the night.
I am a dreamer, caught in her own world.
I am a thorn can that rip you apart.
I am a nightmare, something left unspoken.
I am the promise for a broken heart.
I am the daughter of Athena.
I am the goddess of my own fate.
I am the one with power.
I am someone who draws lines for hate.
I am the snow of the dreary winter.
I am the spirit of gentle spring.
I am the heat of radiant summer.
I am a bird that in Autumn, sings.
I am an artist, without a paintbrush.
I am a dreamer without a fantasy.
I am a poet without inspiration.
I am the evil found within beauty.
I am a journal, blank and waiting,
For someone to write in with blood red ink.
I am the sunrise, and the sunset,
Primrose and twilight, making the sky pink.
I am the dove and I am the raven.
I am someone that can fly with tattered wings.
I am the one with power to keep on going.
I am someone who lives with old dreams.
I am the product of an untold story.
I am the past hidden in the new.
I am the future hidden in the forlorn.
I am the dark star that calls to the few.
Euphonious melody, my voice keeps on singing,
I am the wind singing your lullaby.
“close your eyes and fly away love,
Hush now, darling, don’t you cry.”
I am the fire that looms within you.
I am a figment of your insane mind.
I am a riddle without an answer.
I am a maiden that is out of time.
I am a flower rejected by nature.
I am a woman with no regrets.
I am a photograph that is fading.
I am a memory you will forget.
If our love was a fairytale, I would charge in & rescue you. Y
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Part 1: To Say Goodbye
Love; It can make you smile for the rest of your life,
but it can also make you cry for the rest of your life.
Yet why are we always taking the risk,
and even plunge further into the river of love
when we know we are going to drown in sorrows?
Maybe that's the power of love: I will be contented,
even with the two hours of tears alone, just for that one second of kiss with you.
Part 2: To Forget You; To Remember You
When you fall in love, you get controlled by your emotions:
You will do the silliest and stupidest thing.
You follow what your emotions tell you to do.
And your emotions are controlled by the person you love deeply.
Your lover's emotions are controlled by you.
Basically, when you are in love, you only laugh because he laughs,
or you only cry because she cries.
Emotions are no longer controlled by humans,
but by the love shared.
The power of love: So strong that you wonder hopelessly what had happened to you.
Part 3: To Love You
Sometimes, to love someone is uncontrollably easy:
All it takes is just a glance, and that glance will open floodgate of emotions.
Sometimes, to love someone is bizarrely difficult:
It takes a link by fate and years of memories.
But always to love someone and to re-love someone again,
it is so inexplicably exotic, because it takes a glance to flush back years of memories
and then to allow a floodgate of emotions to engulf you.
If our love was a fairytale, I would charge in & rescue you. Y