You know how it feels to have withdrawal symptoms?
it's terrible.
got my cousin to change my FB password so i can focus better.
But it's only the 2nd day..
I cannot take it anymore.
HELP!!!
FB withdrawal.
my stalker instinct is so strong.
hahaha
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
小孩心，大人心
现实是残酷的。
现实和家庭环境的差距太大。
要如何应对？
利益当前，人心难测。
谁是朋友，谁是敌人。
分不清。
为了利益，人可以变得很自私，很虚伪。
好可怕。
有谁会保持真诚，去面对别人射的冷箭？
去用真心对待别人？
交朋友也不是为了友谊，
而是说为的networking。
为了什么，还不是为了以后做事会顺利一点，
友情好像变成了一种利益的交换。
不用现在换，可以是以后。
人可以为了自己去认识别人，为以后铺路。
友谊似乎值分文。
说我 low EQ 也好，
但要我没办法为了利益和别人做朋友。
朋友是用心换得，不是利益换得。
用利益为前提去交朋友，那不是友情。
难怪人人都说，好朋友都是中学和高中认识的。
也许应为大家都不用为钱，名和利烦恼。
也许应为都还年轻。
当个小孩还是最好的。
不用想太多，可以做回自己。
真心没价值。
现实就是如此。
现实和家庭环境的差距太大。
要如何应对？
利益当前，人心难测。
谁是朋友，谁是敌人。
分不清。
为了利益，人可以变得很自私，很虚伪。
好可怕。
有谁会保持真诚，去面对别人射的冷箭？
去用真心对待别人？
交朋友也不是为了友谊，
而是说为的networking。
为了什么，还不是为了以后做事会顺利一点，
友情好像变成了一种利益的交换。
不用现在换，可以是以后。
人可以为了自己去认识别人，为以后铺路。
友谊似乎值分文。
说我 low EQ 也好，
但要我没办法为了利益和别人做朋友。
朋友是用心换得，不是利益换得。
用利益为前提去交朋友，那不是友情。
难怪人人都说，好朋友都是中学和高中认识的。
也许应为大家都不用为钱，名和利烦恼。
也许应为都还年轻。
当个小孩还是最好的。
不用想太多，可以做回自己。
真心没价值。
现实就是如此。
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Beautiful night
When you're all weary and tired.
When you've seem to lose all motivation and passion to carry on.
Some people will always be there.
Rain or shine.
Day and night.
They are the reason why you go on.
The reason why i am able to remain grounded after all these years.
And the reason why i am able to find myself everytime i'm lost.
It's feels so wonderful to see them tonight.
It's like a breeze of fresh air blowing through my hair.
How nice.
How comforting.
What a beautiful evening tonight.
When you've seem to lose all motivation and passion to carry on.
Some people will always be there.
Rain or shine.
Day and night.
They are the reason why you go on.
The reason why i am able to remain grounded after all these years.
And the reason why i am able to find myself everytime i'm lost.
It's feels so wonderful to see them tonight.
It's like a breeze of fresh air blowing through my hair.
How nice.
How comforting.
What a beautiful evening tonight.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Dream
Dreamt of nice things last night.
If only every night is like that.
To stop dreaming about school is a gd thing.
To dream of things that makes me happy.
Makes me wake up feeling happy.
if only those were real.
If only every night is like that.
To stop dreaming about school is a gd thing.
To dream of things that makes me happy.
Makes me wake up feeling happy.
if only those were real.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Elitism
Dear classmate,
you don't know me well.
So don't comment.
Don't talk to me in such a derogatory manner.
Don't assume what you think you know.
So what if i do not know certain things you deem as general knowledge,
We have different priorities in life.
So what if i'm a bookworm.
It's my responsibility as a student, as a healthcare professional.
Don't mock me.
There's a certain limit.
And that applies to friends.
But i don't think i regard you as mine now.
Such insult.
Friends don't derive joy out of mocking and looking down on each other.
If elitism is your belief,
then stay away from me.
I don't believe in that, esp when it applies to someone like you.
you don't know me well.
So don't comment.
Don't talk to me in such a derogatory manner.
Don't assume what you think you know.
So what if i do not know certain things you deem as general knowledge,
We have different priorities in life.
So what if i'm a bookworm.
It's my responsibility as a student, as a healthcare professional.
Don't mock me.
There's a certain limit.
And that applies to friends.
But i don't think i regard you as mine now.
Such insult.
Friends don't derive joy out of mocking and looking down on each other.
If elitism is your belief,
then stay away from me.
I don't believe in that, esp when it applies to someone like you.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Commencement 2011
Commencement 2011.
Something i've waited and worked for.
Something which i look forward to.
The journey is arduous.
It's coming to an end.
And i am questioning myself.
If i should once again try and work towards what i've been telling myself not to.
I don't know if i can overcome the fear and disappointment,
when what results is not what i hoped for.
I need to tell myself to stop doubting,
to stop thinking.
And just work my best towards the goal.
What awaits....
I do not know.
Should i brace myself for the disappointment which is likely?
Hmmmm
Something i've waited and worked for.
Something which i look forward to.
The journey is arduous.
It's coming to an end.
And i am questioning myself.
If i should once again try and work towards what i've been telling myself not to.
I don't know if i can overcome the fear and disappointment,
when what results is not what i hoped for.
I need to tell myself to stop doubting,
to stop thinking.
And just work my best towards the goal.
What awaits....
I do not know.
Should i brace myself for the disappointment which is likely?
Hmmmm
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Hello me.
Don't give up just yet.
When you give up for the first time,
you can be sure you'll do it a 2nd time, a 3rd time.
When you overcome this difficulty,
you'll be better equipped for the next.
Life is not life if there are no ups and downs.
Hang in there.
Have faith, even if it's blind faith.
Believe me,
Trust me.
From,
Yours truly.
When you give up for the first time,
you can be sure you'll do it a 2nd time, a 3rd time.
When you overcome this difficulty,
you'll be better equipped for the next.
Life is not life if there are no ups and downs.
Hang in there.
Have faith, even if it's blind faith.
Believe me,
Trust me.
From,
Yours truly.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Sometimes certain thoughts are better than reality.
Why I Will Never Leave You
Do you love me or just the thought of me?
It’s so cliché but my mind has been going over this so many times I’ve stopped counting.
Which one is it? And what’s the difference other than the ability to touch me?
If I’d pass away, you’d still talk to me before you go to sleep.
You’d still tell me all about your day, your job, how there was this moment just after waking when you noticed the bed was colder.
You’d probably ask me “and how are you?” and fall asleep shortly after, accustomed to the silence that follows.
On your way to work the radio would play the songs that remind you of me, because they all do.
When you’d cross the bridge, images would start to pop up in your head.
The two of us swimming naked in the river, our bodies tanned and sweaty.
Strawberry ice cream in my hair, my fingers sweet against your lips.
My long hair spread out in the grass, your dog peaceful at my feet, your hand pressed against my cheek. None of these are things we’ve necessarily ever done, but the pictures are so pretty in your head.
You don’t need me for that.
If I’m not here – what would you miss me for?
Don’t miss being able to talk to me, because you still can.
You’ve known me for so long, you already know what I’m going to say anyway.
You wouldn’t miss me surprising you, because I never do.
There’d be no void where my voice used to be.
The silence after I’ve fallen asleep would be even more silent and with your eyes closed you can fantasize that I’m there next to you.
You could make me as pretty as you like, finally getting rid of the mole on my right breast you find so distracting.
It would take some getting used to making breakfast just for one, but let’s be honest: that’s not something you’d actually miss, right?
It’d give you time to go for a quick run, kick start your day, do something useful.
Something you can tell me about later when you imagine me leaning against you, praising you for your hard work.
When I’m no longer here, you could still have me and secretly add all the qualities you always wished I had.
When I’m gone, nothing would really change except maybe for the better.
You’d cry, for the changes they’d ask you to make are something you’re not ready for.
You’d cry for seeing yourself so miserable, for thinking you’d lost the love of your life.
Don’t. Don’t cry, don’t change.
Don’t tell a soul I’m gone.
Keep me with you and make me better than I ever was, take all you never could from me.
You wouldn’t have to miss a thing at all; what you loved in me could now never be taken from you.
You’d never have to miss me.
It’s so cliché but my mind has been going over this so many times I’ve stopped counting.
Which one is it? And what’s the difference other than the ability to touch me?
If I’d pass away, you’d still talk to me before you go to sleep.
You’d still tell me all about your day, your job, how there was this moment just after waking when you noticed the bed was colder.
You’d probably ask me “and how are you?” and fall asleep shortly after, accustomed to the silence that follows.
On your way to work the radio would play the songs that remind you of me, because they all do.
When you’d cross the bridge, images would start to pop up in your head.
The two of us swimming naked in the river, our bodies tanned and sweaty.
Strawberry ice cream in my hair, my fingers sweet against your lips.
My long hair spread out in the grass, your dog peaceful at my feet, your hand pressed against my cheek. None of these are things we’ve necessarily ever done, but the pictures are so pretty in your head.
You don’t need me for that.
If I’m not here – what would you miss me for?
Don’t miss being able to talk to me, because you still can.
You’ve known me for so long, you already know what I’m going to say anyway.
You wouldn’t miss me surprising you, because I never do.
There’d be no void where my voice used to be.
The silence after I’ve fallen asleep would be even more silent and with your eyes closed you can fantasize that I’m there next to you.
You could make me as pretty as you like, finally getting rid of the mole on my right breast you find so distracting.
It would take some getting used to making breakfast just for one, but let’s be honest: that’s not something you’d actually miss, right?
It’d give you time to go for a quick run, kick start your day, do something useful.
Something you can tell me about later when you imagine me leaning against you, praising you for your hard work.
When I’m no longer here, you could still have me and secretly add all the qualities you always wished I had.
When I’m gone, nothing would really change except maybe for the better.
You’d cry, for the changes they’d ask you to make are something you’re not ready for.
You’d cry for seeing yourself so miserable, for thinking you’d lost the love of your life.
Don’t. Don’t cry, don’t change.
Don’t tell a soul I’m gone.
Keep me with you and make me better than I ever was, take all you never could from me.
You wouldn’t have to miss a thing at all; what you loved in me could now never be taken from you.
You’d never have to miss me.
But I’d sure miss to be touched.
toothbrush
It's time to change a toothbrush.
I wonder why it took so long.
I ought to slap myself back into reality.
I wonder why it took so long.
I ought to slap myself back into reality.