Now or never.

I made a mistake, we all know that. Everyone does once in a while.

But this was one hell of a mistake that hurt both you, him and I. It happened because I didn't think, was too caught up with myself to think for anyone else. But now as I face the music, and try to clear up my own mess, I don't know if the mistake was made yesterday.

Or does it go back some time where I shouldn't have tried running before I could walk. Now I trip.

I messed up.

Yes, I shot myself in the foot.

And God knows no one should put up with the mess I've made, the feelings I've hurt, and the trust that I have broken. If I could go back and change everything, I would. I'd take everything back.

I'm sorry.

Depth.

Geog.

Mariana Trench is the deepest part of the world's oceans, and the lowest elevation of the surface of the Earth's crust. It is located in the western Pacific Ocean. It reaches a maximum-known depth of about 11.03 kilometres. If Mount Everest, were set in the deepest part of the Mariana Trench, there would be 2,076 metres of water left above it.

Love.

Which hurts more?

I used to wonder if physical pain outweighs emotional.

And some would agree, but say that it's dependent on the situation. I do think it does differ case to case, but generally I think almost all emotional pains hurt more. It's something I learnt a few years back, in the beautiful Bukit Merah on a sad 9th of January. Memorable.

Damn, my head hurts.

Reasons why I want a Karakiri.

1. Unlike everyone else who finds it scary/ugly, I think it's really adorable.
2. A Karakiri will never die.
3. It's custom made and so my Karakiri will be personalized, different from every other one out there.
4. A Karakiri holds you whenever and wherever. Especially to sleep.
5. A Karakiri will always love you, leaving you no need to worry about it hurting you.

A Karakiri is a lifetime companion.

Pretty photo.

Damn.


(source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinkmonty/galleries/72157622477769151/#photo_4031226622)

Ouch.

Pseudo.

Superficiality at its best.

Will you open a door when the doorbell rings? No, wait - when will you even open the door? If it rings, and standing outside's a stranger, would you open the door? Why? Cause the person outside looks trustworthy, seems alright, like he wouldn't or couldn't cause you any harm? Well, looks can be deceiving. We all know that.

I think I just got mugged, and stabbed. Shucks.

Like a bruise.

The other day, when Shanice fell or injured herself or something.

She limped to me and sat between my legs and turned to me, eyes all teary, and pointed to her injured limb and said, in her usual adorable voice "Pain pain". And I rubbed it for her, lightly. But she cringed and whined. She's the kinda kid who's really brave and really rarely cries.

Pain, pain.

Wham bam.

When a staple hits your face, it shouldn't hurt.

Unless it hits you in the eye of course. But when a bowling ball is thrown into your face, it's bound to swell, bleed, break something, and it's sure as hell gonna hurt. But when it's supposed to be a staple that hit your cheek, and it feels like it broke something then, well...

You know you've messed something up. Should've dodged anyway.

Do the heavens look down upon us?

How nice it would be to know someone truly bothers.

Caught in storm, twice in one day. Don't you hate it when you get drenched and soaked from bottom up because of the
rain? The repulsive feeling of your socks sticking to your feet, and the water squishingin your shoes with every step?

Darling, I guess it's just you and me.

French.

A beautiful film.



:)

I'm never letting you go.

You and me, baby, we're stuck like glue.



Do you remember, we were sitting there by the water, you put your arm around me for the first time.



You're the best, Tootch.

My mummy.

I always said I would never be like her.

But today when I saw her driving into school in, still in her office attire, whatever I felt changed. When she said "Okay. We're home. Take care okay, rest well and only eat porridge and go Doc's later okay?" I felt better than I had the whole morning.

I went to say hello to daddy and tell him I wasn't feeling well when he asked why I didn't get caught in the rain. "Mummy sent me home, but she's going back to work" I said. And when he said "Mummy?! You should have just taken a cab." for that moment...

I swear I felt my tummy smile.

Snuppy.

Shallow or superficial? Doesn't matter.

It isn't about the anger or the feeling of being betrayed or cheated really. It's everything else. It goes way (Ha ha) deeper than that. Was Hwang Woo Suk imprisoned? This post confuses me too but it got me thinking.

What the fuck happened to "self-preservation"? Bullshit.

Burning excitement.

I'm going crazy; this excitement is giving me an adrenalin rush.

I have it all planned out, everything has played over in my head at least ten times and it seems flawless and, well, quite perfect I'd say. I'm praying everything will happen according to my plan. Oh God, don't spoil it for me.

Ahhhh!

Always a step behind.

Always not up to par, for some damn reason.

First it was Lee Jin Jun, the asshole most people know him to be. Then one by one people just kept going. Bam! One day out of the blue Bryan decides to take leave too, keeping me waiting aimlessly for a lame explanation for an infinite amount of time.

Don't forget the Carmina and all the joys she has left me to reminiscise on as she strots off, nose in the air, too proud to ask anything more. But now, again, with the people who have yet to disappear, I'll always be second best.

And I can't say I haven't gotten used to it, really.

Needing a great big hug.

Not the I just broke up with my boyfriend, I need a hug kind.

I need the big warm hug. The one that I can only see myself getting from one person, and only one. Not because he's huge and soft, but because he's the only one who gives me that feeling that I so dearly crave for right now. I want a hug, and I want it bad.

:(

God, help me.

My neck hurts, is it from the iron clutches?

I feel so sick that I think if I convulsed, I might throw up an entire sea. I feel so tired that if I fainted I might just crumble into dust. I feel so empty that if I held anyone in my arms I might just suck them into the huge empty vacuum within me.

Why, oh why? What am I doing throwing my life away?

More perfect within.

You're closer to perfect than you'll ever know.

Somewhere out there someone beautiful is lying in bed wishing she was loved by someone perfect. She's everything you would ever dream of. But she's alone tonight and that's only because I'm hogging the man of her dreams.

The man I so clearly do not deserve.

Tongue tied.

Feels like forever since everything was pretty.

And truth to be told, I'm craving to be held by you because the last time seemed too long ago. Even though it was only a few days back, it was kinda spoilt by a lot of other events if you do remember. I just wanna feel that warmth.

But I won't beg, although I wanna feel loved by you. Your loss, eventually.

Samuel Roukin.

Not perfect, really.





But for some reason he makes my heart race.