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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

one fo my fren send me this msg, saying its from her gf. and this is how the msg goes. lets called the gf, B.
B said to me, "being with me is tiring, breaking up with me is a relief. i dont make her happy. i stand in her way and she doesnt love me anymore. "

when i heard her, im like ouch and right. so can ustd the pain she felt when someone you love say such hurtful things to you when all you ever wanted was nothing but the best for her. but well at least hers have hope of patching up. mine is just as good as singapore having snow. Came across this poem i once wrote for you during my year2 exams and i think i never got down to writing it in a nice paper and passing it to you so just read from this entry okaye? it's simple n nothing big of a deal.but i dreamt tt in ur phone, my name was "sunshine u r beautiful" . then i saw this poem. i knw im crazy but well here it goes.

my saviour

If you ever get weary of life's tribulation
If you ever get weary of life's trials,
Hold on to me, things will always blow over after awhile.

I cannot promise this journey you take with me wld be perfect,
But i can assure you that it's you whom i wld never neglect.

This period right up tp my exams,
There are a million chapts i have to cram,
Forgive me if i seem uncaring,
I chide myself for the paranoia that you're experiencing.

It's obviously mere negligence on my part,
I never meant to cause that uneasy feeling in your heart.
It's been awhile since i pen something for you,
Let me now paint a picture which illuminates my point of view.

You're still the one i need to carry on in this acrimonous world,
With you time seems to spin and twirl,
With only rainbows and sunshines in my mind,
Thank you for agreeing to even be mine.


sigh, so i lied. im not actually out of this realtionship. i'm in, im so in it's humiliating cause here im begging . Here it is, ur choice is simple, someone else or me. Im sure someone else is really great but baby patch i love you in a really really big pretend to like your taste of music, letting you eat the last piece of chessecake, be super awake when im already half in dreamland, wait it's the now defunct patchland, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. so pick me choose me, love me again. i realised what i really miss most about you, i miss ur smile. the smile you give when you done something embarassing n you feel so paiseh kind of smile. i rmb how i melt like mad whenever you give that smile. never told you, but that smile makes me want to go hug you and say i love you so much more.... it wasnt just ur beauty, body, or features. it was just THAT smile that i so longed for......

PAIN
You just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own. hope the wound that caused it heals. there's no solutions, no easy answers, you just breathe deep and wait for it to subside.
Most of the time, pain can be managed, but sometimes the pain gets you when you least expect it. hits way below the belt and doesnt let up.
pain, you just have to fight through because the truth is, you cant outrun it
and life always makes more......................................

7:11 PM
In the words of jo