I NEED LOVEEEEEEEEEE~

SIGH.

Another one-sided love.

I don't need love man! Haha.


If we had this night together, then we'll be unstoppable~!

MUSIC SAVES ME. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Alien

I have not matured at all. I'm going from bad to worse.

Since when did I start having the I-couldn't-care-much attitude?

I don't even care when my parents are angry or even crying now. How can I be so cold blooded?

Am I a freak?

I scare myself.

OH MY GOD. YOU LEAVE ME SPEECHLESS. I feel so much frustration. Where do I vent all this? I'm gonna explode my dear. Fyou. Stop thinking about yourself and HELP ME OUT. Oh my god.

Friends. What a joke.

Don't praise me my dear. I will hurt you.

Monolounge

(4 WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL)

Matthew: Garreth used to prefer funerals to weddings. He said it was easier to get enthusiatic about a ceremony one had an outside chance of eventually being involved in. In order to prepare this speech, I rang a few people, to get a general picture of how Garreth was regarded by those who met him. Fat seems to be a word most people connected with him. Terribly rude also rang alot of bells. So very fat and very rude seems to have been a stranger's viewpoint. On the other hand, some of you have been kind enough to ring me to tell me that you loved him, which i know he will be thrilled to hear, You remember his fabulous hospitality...his strange experimental cooking. he recipe for 'Duck a la Banana' fortunately goes with him to his frave. Most of all, you tell me of his enormous capacity for joy. When joyful, when joyful for highly vocal drunkeness. But joyful is how i hope you'll remember him that way. The most splendid, replete, big-hearted, weak-hearted as it turned out and jolly bugger most of us ever met. As for me, you may ask how I'll remeber him, what i thought of him. Unfortunately there i don't have word. Perhaps you will forgive me if i turn from my own feelings to the words of another splendid bugger: W.H. Auden. This is actually what i wanted to say:
'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a jucy bone.
Slience the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out teh coffin...let teh mourners come.

Let the aeroplances circle, moaning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead.
Put crepe bows 'round the necks of a public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East, my West.
My working week and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one.
Pack the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour out the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good."

All this work is driving me insane. haha.

Keep me sane baby, keep me sane.

Young

Haha! You make me feel like I'm back in the primary school days. LOL.

Not daring to do anything, just looking at you from afar. This is insane. hahaha

I feel so young now.

Thanks for giving me this experience! But still, its not always nice to be one sided.

Silence

Posting more because I can't talk to anyone about this.

How did it come to this? Maybe I need to talk to you. Our friendship is not weak. Is it?

And you, stop running through my mind! You're unreachable.

Sigh.

Grow up

Feel like I've matured a little bit in year 2.

Time flies. Can't believe everything is happening so fast. Don't feel like I've done anything.

Please let me be sane.

And let me be normal around you.

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear

No baby, you don't hurt me no more.

Change is constant

Almost a year have passed.

So much have changed.

So much.

What am I suppose to do now.

Am I really me?

Or, I lost myself during the year?

Help me someone.

Save me.