Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Tuesday, January 20, 2009

City and city lights.

1. I am barely sixteen for a month.
2. I was home all day long.
3. I feel like ignoring my phone for the day, really.

Nadz: You cannot stop looking at your phone uh.
Jean: Yeah, just checking.
Ash: What would you do if you lose your phone?
Jean: *shrugs* I don't know. Don't want that to happen.
Nadz: Not to be mean, but I want to see you lose your phone.
Jean: Hey!
Ash: If phone is your most important thing, what is the second most important?
Five seconds later..
Nadz: Charger lah.


Jean: (checks pocket) Where's my phone?
Nadz: You uh.
Lyn: Huh? Your pocket?
Fifteen seconds later..
Jean: Oh, found it on my bag.
Nadz: See, cannot live without your phone.
Jean: If one day my phone go missing, I know who took it.



I've been reading some stuff online today and I realised that even happy people are troubled with different kinds of problems. Okay, not that I haven't know this all along, it's just that it hasn't seep deep into my heart for me to acknowledge that fact.
This is how I feel in the day.
My mood changes as time goes by.

It pains me to hear his past.
It pains me to hear her past.
It pains me to hear your past.
It pains me to hear their past.


Once bitten and twice shy. Thought you were so nonchalant.
The birds, the grass.
The clouds, the sand.
The moon, the aisle.
The stars, the sea.

Before I Fall In Love

Someone to have and hold
With all my heart and soul
I need to know
Before I fall in love
Someone who'll stay around
Through all my ups and downs
So tell me now
Before I fall in love

And I'm at the point of no return
So afraid of getting burned
But I wanna take a chance
Oh please
Give me a reason to believe
Say you're the one that you'll always be

It's been so hard for me
To give my heart away
But I would give my everything
Just to hear you say...


Anyway, at your own accord, listen to
Drowning once more. Old songs may mean a lot.



I'll be back(:

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