Ill, again.

My eyes are burning.

And my throat is inflamed. My nose is block and swollen from all the sniffing and rubbing with tissue all day. My head's swirling and my mind can't really think. My limbs are aching and throbbing and my chest is tight and heaving. I hate that time doesn't past, and I can't wait for August.

All I really need isn't medicine, but your hug.

Salt.

A great something to look forward to.

See why I wanna watch it?

I (heart) you.

I know it sounds lame, but for some silly reason, it's rather appropriate.

You're more than a friend, and you probably mean more to us than we can ever express. For bringing you into our lives, we shall all be forever grateful. Things have changed but you'll forever be family, and may things never be too different.

Take care, girl.

When all we've got is a phonecall.

I wish I could be there.

Wish I could be the perfect lover to hold you through it all, wish I could be in your arms every second of the way. If ever you need a hug or someone to love and hold, I wish I could be there anytime to wipe your tears away. I'll give anything to be the one you truly deserve, but it isn't up to me.

And, pathetic as it is, the most I can do is not to be there, but to dial your number.

Won't bring me down.

I've got ten shields in my hand; no way will anything reach me.

It starts with family and then a small group of friends. Then a mentor with the rude comments and sweeping statements. And then the glances and the sniggers, and for a while it really gets to me, really makes me feel like giving up. Until your arms are around me, and I realised I've everything to fight for.

I think - fuck them all. They don't know a single thing.

Sweet Caroline

I just wanted a damn link okay.



Annoying, I can't find the music video.

For someone who never visits.

Everyday, I swear.

I wish I could have one more chance to tell you that I'm sorry for turning your world upside down, for causing you those nightmares that never stopped, for causing you the pain I never wanted you to ever feel... And for not being that friend you truly wanted. I hope that one day, I pray to God, you'll realise I only did it for you.

I wonder what you're doing, you two. Because I just don't believe you're friends. No friendship grows on Facebook.

Game-show.

Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader?

Great show to watch, and I really do genuinely enjoy watching each and every episode. But this morning as I was watching it, it made me think - How do the contestants know when to put down their hopes and walk away with what they've got? Don't they succumb to the chances that the answer in their head could win them more?

Do I wanna walk away? I don't know.

A warm glass of milk.

Remember those moments?

When you're crying, and your five year old body can't stop heaving as tears roll down your cheeks uncontrollably. So, your Mum brings you a glass of warm milk and you already feel better as you imagine the warm sweet milk in your mouth. By the time your hands are around that warm glass, the tears stop. But when you taste it - it's sour.

I'll remember never to wake you when you're sound asleep. You talk nonsense.

Funny feeling in my tummy.

And it ain't the food, I'm sure.

Chee Hao's right (unfortunately, again) that Facebook has more downsides for me than anything else. I get distracted from work, and I stalk people and start seeing things that make me feel so damn weird on the inside that I can't do anything else after that cause my mind gets really muddled up.

So, here's what happened - I'm on Facebook to check for messages when I come across pictures of the ugliest, most fugly guy alive (we all know who) and it just gets me thinking: what the hell went wrong then? I guess for others, it's easy to move on. But things don't work that way here, I always get stuck mid-way...

Baby, just tell me you're here to stay. Please don't lie, again, like he did.

Comes down to this.

Well, I don't move on very well.

I didn't think I'd have to end up typing your name into bloody Google to get to know how you're doing. I didn't think I'd have to freak out for 10 minutes before gathering enough courage to text you to end up not receiving a reply. Did I think everything would be fine? Well, yes, unfortunately I though it would. At least after this amount of time.

At least you found a friend in the one I lost.

Overload.

Was that a standing ovation?

The crowds clapping and I see people standing; is this yet another standing ovation? In my mind, I hear the crowd's applause'when suddenly a male voice interrupts and interrogates me. I feel and smell tears and hear the sobs... Now, it's just a single tear rolling down your cheek as the sun sets, and I'm in your arms. Too many memories, too fast.

I saw a craken, and I do not look like a craken. You better know that, you stupid little fuck, Jin Jun.