Love is like a bottle of water

you can stop it by closing it off

you can watch it pour onto the floor and get stepped on

you can reject it and say, "no thanks"

you can also accept it and say, "thank you"

Love is like a bottle of water, it can overflow.

Facebook Groups and Fanpages

Those are awesome.

-When I'm crying, and someone hugs me, it makes me cry even more.
- she's my best friend, break her heart and i'll break your face.
- i EAT Milo powder, it's insanely good.
-"Yes mum im nearly home!" *Hang up*... shit, i better leave now.
- M>A>T>H>S = Mentally Affected Teachers Harrasing Students
- I pull a retarded face at the camera and regret it when photos go up on FB
- I Hate When My Parents Compare Me To Other Kids
- EDWARD CULLEN IS GAY!!! (Sorry Twihard fans)
- "Mom, Dad, can you not stand behind me & read my personal stuff?"
- Adults Have An Opinion. Teenagers Have An Attitude. ¬¬
- Thanks For Making Me Feel Short, Tall Person.
- A tear is made of 1% water and 99% feelings..
- Hi, I wasted a very long time liking you.
- IF I COULD DRIVE...I WOULD NOT BE AT HOME RIGHT NOW.
- I am not a morning person. Do not pull the covers off me. I WILL KILL YOU.
- I want to tell you something but I'm scared of how you will react...
- GET UP!.... I AM UP !*goes back to sleep*
- Why do parents think it's so easy to get straight A's?
- I HATE WALKING BEHIND PEOPLE WHO SMOKE
- HOW THE HECK DID MY HEADPHONES TANGLE THEMSELVES UP???
- Parents call it "Back Talk" we call it "explaining why their wrong".
- I'm not weird. I'm limited edition :)
- WHERE THE F*CK IS MY.......... found it
- Once I start getting irritated, everything irritates me.
- I hate it when someone you don't like hangs around with you ALL THE TIME (Paingela, anyone?)
- I never realized that after Monday and Tuesday, the calendar says W T F.
-I hate people that say they're going to fail a test, and always get an "A"
-SPM 'Pengetahuan Moral' - 99.99% waste of time


Says a lot about myself. Doesn't it?

Already Gone

Hopefully these feelings will ebb away eventually
Like how you left yesterday
Feeling ridiculous that I did not take any opportunities and initiative
To really get to know you
"Theres always college," I say to myself time and time again
But I can't wait till June.

At the very least, you've landed safe and happy
Heard you miss home, do you miss us? Me?
Keep in touch, I await your IM's
Continue poking me on Facebook
Because at least I know you still bothered to continue
Our little war.

All the words I could not say Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Better off alone

I don't like being alone.

It's like I try to reach out and hold your hand,
or that I try to cry out your name,
but I can't touch you,
and my voice won't come out.

It's scary to be alone, because you don't know
when you will ever not be alone anymore.

I don't know when
I'll stop being alone.

An extract

There’s a fine line between love, anger and obsession. Sometimes, it’s all too easy to grow blind to what separates one from another. It’s difficult to be accepting of things you never thought could be possible, yet when the acceptance finally comes, it’s even harder to let go. The shocks, unexpected happenings, unexplainable feelings and obstacles to face are sometimes the most important experiences of all.

Game of chess

You move the pieces and before I know it,
you've backed me into the corner,

one more step and you'll render me completely helpless,

and open for you to take me

and end this game;

Checkmate.

Familiarity

The more I'm playing my game with you, the more I notice you're better at the game than I originally thought you were.

The thought of losing is surprising, and a little bit scary.

Promises

can be easily broken. 

You promised me that you'd be there, 

but you weren't.

And you weren't even brave enough to answer my phonecall

so now i'm never asking you for any promises

because I know now that you won't keep them.

Promise you'll love me?

Wish you were online today,

because I really wanted to tell you,

how beautiful your eyes looked,

when you smiled at me.

Ridiculous.

It is entirely ridiculous to be happy because a certain someone agreed to attend my CNY Open House, right?


Right?




Guests confirmed so far:
Keilly, Michelle, Jose, Eric, Justin, Debbie, Kate, Bella.

I'm still celebrating on the inside.

I'm not a Princess, this ain't a Fairy-Tale.

Sekai de watashi dakeno ouji-sama...
Where are you?
Are you him?
Or have you yet to enter my life?

Till then, I'll hold on to the rose.
Its not time to say goodbye yet, so I'll cherish the moments we'll have together.

Title lyrics belong to Taylor Swift, from White Horse.
Also took a line from World is Mine by Miku from Vocaloid.
I have too many love-themed songs.

Prince Charming (Part 2)

chased after the girl.

It was a stupid thing to do, at midnight, what kind of idiot would do that?

And go around the country getting girls to try on a shoe.

He was stupid.

But he was in love,

and in the end he finally found that girl he wanted,

that takes a lot of commitment.

Prince Charming, where are you?

Cinderella (part 1)

runs from her prince.

What kind of girl in her right mind would do such a thing?

Least of all, lose an expensive shoe in the process.

But I don't know who is more stupid.

The girl who lost her shoe,

or the prince who picked up the shoe and found the girl.

I wish my prince would find me.

Maybe I should start buying glass slippers too.


(credits to Kimi for idea)

A dance of passion

As passing days drown in a flurry of flames,

giving way to desolate nights, bereft of stars,

rivers flow endlessly, carving their marks upon my cheeks.

A taste of scalding fire, smothering my lips,

Burning with the flame of passionate hunger,

scorches my lips to poisonous black, yet the pain leaves sweetness lingering.

Running wandering fingers through oceans of silken hair,

my blackened lips find your nose, your eyes, your burning lips,

my eyes close to a rainbow of colours, dancing sensually before my closed lids.

Lust and love gyrates in a dance of fusion,

A melody of heart rendering sighs mixed with whimpers of fear,

As the rivers carve their marks down to my very bone.

Finally the rivers dry, the music fades and the dance slows to a stop,

The flames start to engulf the receding darkness once more,

and I wait,

I wait,

until the day
we can dance together
again.

One kiss

can mean a thousand things.

It could mean everlasting love, friendship to no bounds, being connected together.

It could be the world's happiness and and all the world's beauty condensed into one small movement.

It could mean a new beginning.

But it can also mean hidden lies, secrets best left forgotten, the dark threads of corruption

It could be the world's sadness and all the world's repulsiveness all shoved into one miniscule show of affection

It could mean the end.

But for me, it was both and end and a beginning:

It was the end of the cloudy days,

the beginning of the clear blue skies flecked with rainbows,

Mimicking the colour of your smile.

Should I fall once again?

My best friend

doesn't seem like she's my best friend anymore...

She doesn't tell me her secrets, so I don't tell her mine.

She is distant from me, so I am also distant from her.

She goes off with another girl all the time and i'm left alone.

In the corner.

It's depressing when I go to school and I'm abandoned by the girl I care about the most.

She's my bestie and I do my best to always be there for her.

We used to laugh and chatter and whisper.

Now there's nothing but empty awkward silence.

What did I do?

Tell me so I can fix it because I hate this silence.

I hate not being able to talk to you anymore like we used to.

Or have you forgotten me already?

It hurts.

Lost Eden - Offshoot : Azazel

warning: if you don't like biblical-esque story junk, you probably won't like this. S' just random drabble.

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Offshoot: Azazel

He was but one being in the open sky. Six grey-black wings beat furiously as the angel searched fruitlessly for his goal, beads of moisture glistening on his brow. It was a large distance before the being in the sky let out a soft cry of despair; he'd never find it, as had been decreed he and the rest of the Grigori, the Watchers, were sealed in the valleys of the Earth until Judgement Day..

Strength

Is what I do not have.

Courage I severely lack.


Some advised me to be brave and tell him what I feel.
Some advised me that its not the right time because of our need to communicate when he's away.
Some told me to just follow my heart.

But my heart is confused.

At least we still talk, more than ever now.

I can't help but feel special when you bonk me on the head with that fake toy-flower.
You don't do it to anyone else.
Its a silly feeling.

Yellow is

a happy colour.

When people wear yellow, they become happy.

I wore yellow today and I was really happy.

I went out with two of my friends and I was so happy.

I smiled and laughed and danced and sang and didn't care who was watching.

Then I got home and took off the yellow.

and the happiness faded away...

Mmm..

WARNING: EMO BEYOND BELIEF

Even though I know what it is,
that it means almost nothing to you. I still wished that you understood how I felt. Even though I may just be another one of your girls, or just another face in a sea of faces, or just another "friend" to hang around with, I still get hurt.

Jealousy is a painful emotion and jealousy can lead to anger or depression. It's a feeling like someone ripped you up and threw you onto the concrete floor.
When you ask me if I am jealous, I am jealous. I just don't want to say anything so that you won't have the satisfaction of me playing your sick, twisted game.

Stop it.

Leaving

When we first met...
He splashed water on me.
When we first got to know each other...
He said I had the same name as his ex.
When we got closer...
He had to leave for the land down under.

If I'm reading too much into this
(I'm confused)
He asked me to go on a 4D3N trip to Bali with him
(With only 2 other people who're a couple?)
Told me I was a close friend
(I was invited to a private party.)
Still uses my drawings of him and everyone else as his desktop wallpaper
(I feel rather honored)

Enjoys my (mom's) spaghetti
Reminded me how to play Chor Dai Di
Bonks me on the head with a fake flower playfully
Cheers when I kill mozzies
Chose me to take over his job (and thinks me the best)




What should I really feel, now that he's leaving?

Life is made of marble and mud

Marble is what we present as our exterior. Perfect, polished, clean and hard. It’s a hard shell to crack, and it upholds perfection and strength. Mud is what makes us. It’s the dirty, unclean, slimy interior. It’s what we hide; yet it’s still there. Underneath all those sheets of marble, the mud lies there, forgotten.

However, one can’t exist without the other for without mud, there would be no marble in the first place and with no marble, mud would just run free.

Life is not what it seems. 

All you see is the sparkling marble, and no one ever bothers to lift the tile.

Because no-one ever wants to be dirtied.

May very well be a lie

 ?

Though I say that I love you

It may very well be a lie

I could hate your guts down to the deepest core

and spend my nights stabbing a picture of you

or take my time writing your name

in a list I swore to destroy.

Though I say that I love you

it may very well be a lie

I could love you down to the bottom of your soul

and spend my nights gazing at your face

or take my time writing your name

with a little heart by its side.

?

Though I say that I love you

It may very well be a lie

But my lies may just be the truth…

it all comes down to reading hidden messages behind the lies.

Parody

He had such quiet vibrant eyes

He had such vibrant eyes

She soon came to realize

These two pools of bluest skies

Drowning in the melting ice

To her, those vibrant eyes

Mirrors the everlasting sunrise

Rinsing off any painful disguise

And submerging in paradise

At least the girl was wise

To deny any sort of dubious advice

About the joy of compromise

Just to please her searching thighs

And spend her nights saying goodbyes

Now here’s a bit of advice,

Don’t lose yourself and only fantasize,

For those eyes of sunsets that hypnotize,

Rarely will pass by more than twice.

Bella: This is a parody of one of the most beautiful poems written, "He had such quiet eyes." Hope you like it~

A person's eyes

can say a thousand things.

They can tell you a story, they can show you the world, they can cover a thousand secrets and lies.

You told me your stories

You showed me your world

A world of sapphire blue, chestnut brown, dreamy grey and emerald green

I fell into your eyes

and I drowned.