Since I'm so bored, I've decided to look through the old facebook graffiti I drew on other people's walls and post them up here, some of which I'm actually rather proud of :P

:] I'm so mo liu right?

V day's coming up in less than a week's time,
yet all we're going through is the seemingly endless amounts of time spent on studying
and cramming information to our pea-brains.
Just to try and score higher on mocks.

Damn this, I'm out of energy.
Where's life? I've longed for it ever since the days of IB.

Young Love.

Have you liked anyone when you were younger,
a kid/child-hood crush?

and...

have you seen them lately/learnt their wherabouts?

I admit that more than half of the people I used to like, I would not like ever again. Was it blindness that overcame me at that time, or that they could not withstand the test of time -that they let their faces morph into an enhancement of features that are not to be proud of, or the inheritance of traits that aren't popular to the general rules of social acceptance?

On that note, would you rather have the ability to preserve time (so what was true then would remain and prolong till today) or the ability to...simply wipe out the past.

I think I'll choose to...wipe out the past, clear out my history amongst the knowers of such, and leave this past, secretly lingering on to myself only :]
for it's the good things I intend to be able to recall anyway,
and none of the knowledge of their current state.

Evil?

A little I guess :P

Help?

No references to the Beatles whatsoever,
I'm seriously in need of help.

What happened to my motivation?

Exam's in a week's time...am I prepared to be screwed over,
fail IB, fail life?
Nope.

I need my energy back...
I'm so sick and tired of cramming my head with knowledge.
How much of this crap do we even make use of when we leave school?
Quadratics? Calculus!?

Screw the school system for putting unnecessary amounts of stress on students.
Ugh!

- I'm sorry I haven't maintained my content register as I have in many of my other posts...but I'm just sososososo stressed and have no nice mental image to describe. I'm out of nice words too.

Lost on my own track

18 years in reflection, do you still remember what it was like at the start?
Did you begin happy? Did we all?
Are all babies heaven-sent?

While I know I'm as fortunate as a lot of people wish they'd be,
almost as the Cantonese saying goes, where 'a child was born with a golden key in its mouth',
I know I should be feeling somewhat fulfilled,
but in this world, there are always external factors to turn to.
My mentality is signaling some sort of emptiness generating from within,
the strain from being unoccupied from what I want to feel,
but completely consumed by worries that are generated from a variety of things.

And then I take my escape, my refuge, from drowning into a fantastical world,
books, music, fashion, occasionally sports, and even studying.
There must be more to life than relieving yourself, right?
I want to feel something real, between daddy and I,
yet the connection, what's remained of it is so vague.
I'm more tied to my step father than ever, which I treat him like my actual one anyway.
Is there something wrong with that?

I'm lost.

Forgiveness is the key

I'm sure we've all undergone circumstances when a 'close' friend has not lived up to your expectations/ let you down. Then you get hurt, at a varying degree of depth, dependent of the situation.

That's what I've gone through the previous day (which explains my previous post), and the situation has held me on to become so attached to it because my grades were concerned. I really didn't like the fact that someone I felt so close to could mistreat me by being so un-attentive to what I care about so deeply...

But then in the end the problem has been resolved, and so I look back, what is the point of holding in the anger? It was more of sadness that overcame me than aggression, a frustration that has been prolonged from being misled.

I said things are never going to be the same again if you guys won't make a change,
but by now I think the anger's passed away.

Still, there would always be this scar to remind me of how you've treated me.