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The only constant thing is life is change. Someone dear said this to me.

Yesterday i finally confronted this, and realised that actually, i’ve got nothing to lose. In the end, i gain one soulmate. I seriously need some adjusting to, but i believe it’s something we can do together.

This post goes out to that someone, whom I sincerely want to apologise.

Forgive me.

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When life.

When life gives you shit, sometimes you just gotta eat it.

Same goes with the heart. Need i say more?
Cant wait for our Pop Idol to get approved, so we can start cracking, or so i hope =)

this part of my life is called, run.

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I’m running away.
I’m leaving this place.
Yeah, I’m running away.
I’m running away.

where?

PISSED!!!!!!!!!!!

friends, ha! my backside.

Peps i met before poly are still better can!

DAMN IT LA. IN A REALLY FOUL MOOD NOW.  YOU TAKE ONE STEP FORWARD, I’LL BITE YOU!

the start of something

Studio Project will commence in a few hours. solid 120 hours. I’m getting excited because we’re doing it for the crowbar competition. :D:D but yea, it’s gonna be *pulls hair* stress! but Shawna partner we can do it yey!

I’ve been thinking of life and death lately. Death. People approach this topic with different mindsets, mainly because of the influence of their religion. But all in all, it’s something that’s inevitable. Life is so fragile, i used to think that i won’t be facing such an issue till much later, but then again, life is so fragile. All you have done for your entire life will be left as legacy, your children will be the parts of you that’s left behind, your love that touched others will be used to change and touch even more lives. The list can go on, but that’s all from the paper and mouth.

Who remembers you, when you leave this cruel place to dwell in the home of the Lord. Who still cries for you. Which mouth still speaks of you. Sigh, such is life.

 

What is fame?

What is fortune?

When you’re dead, there’s only

…Ashes…

a silent poet.

 

Ever felt like you were screaming at the top of your lungs, but no one heard you.

How desperate you reach for the light, but it dims right before you.

Then you thought of that someone, who means the world to you.

Tears start flowing, because you know she can never kiss you.

Never is this life fair, never have i asked it to be.

Somethings in life are just what is meant to be.

 

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