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♥ heart on wings

{Sunday, September 09, 2007}

Today, it might feel like you are stuck inside one of those snow-globe souvenirs -- and someone has just picked it up and shaken it. Hard. Everything in your life is knocked out its normal moorings right now, and floating around with little if any direction. But it's easy to make lemonade out of this lemon-like experience ... look upon this a turning point, when the slate is wiped clean and the future is yours to create in a new way. Dictate your dreams and go.

Alright, a few minutes ago, I had blew the cake with a big candle and six small candles on top.

On the way to sweet sixteen. (or is it sour sixteen...tssk, o levels...) Lol.

And on the way to NC-16. Haha.

After the freak O Levels, I shall post all the pictures taken today. Celebrated a day earlier (talking about celebrations, initially didn't have the mood to do so due to the devastating prelim results but in the end...my mom kindly asked me so...) because my father had to leave for the airport straight in the lazy morning of 9 September....so...yeah. Sacrificed my calorie intake for the big slice of cake eaten just now at midnight lol.

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Feel like composing a poem or some flowery-what-nots paragraph here so skip it if you hate those weird but straight-from-the-heart literary writings...

The swirling mist
Taking the forms of many
Twisting and turning
Dancing and twirling
Some; wistful longing
Others; disheartening

Embracing you
Enveloping you
Then it slowly
Dies down

So many mixed feelings
Of the happy and sad
Twisting and turning
Dancing and twirling
Within the deep recesses of
My heart

Should I be grateful
And smile for the sake
To be happy?
Should I be tearful
And cry to ease
The tortured soul?

Laughing and crying
A silly lost girl
In a field of meadows
Where sunshine cuppy flowers lay
Drenched in the dew of morning
In an 'overshadowed' field too
Where towering grasses lay
Amid the forgotten graves
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A more 'senseful' paragraph here...something familiar yet perhaps forgotten...

There's an answer
If you reach into your soul
And the sorrow that you know
Will melt away

And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong

It's a long road
When you face the world alone
No one reaches out a hand
For you to hold
You can find love
If you search within yourself
And the emptiness you felt
Will disappear

Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You'll find the way

With this, is really the end of a long post....till then.

12:48 AM;

{Thursday, September 06, 2007}

Sorry, but I have to get this out.

I feel so insecure, so afraid of what is ahead of me, the future.

Like a little girl with many phobias, hiding in a secret dark corner in the storeroom, trying to shut herself out from all her unknown, unspoken fears. Yet the little girl cannot resist her isolation, she feels so trapped and unhappy. What's the girl to do? You may ask. But, the truth is, the little girl doesn't even know it herself. She doesn't even know anymore. She's trying her best to understand herself, her hidden desires, to be understood by many in the world. Yet she's trying her best to clear that fog, the fog that obstructs her once clear and alert mind and swallows her up, until she almost became part of the fog itself...

In her dreams, she's chasing, chasing away the stormy clouds; running, running after the sunshine and that faint glimmer of rainbow in the sky...

And when she trips and falls, will she have a shoulder to lean on, a voice for comfort, for reassurance that everything will be alright after all?

I need an answer.

8:54 PM;