i was organizing my files on the computer recently. and found some stuff ive written over the years. or stuff that people have written for me. pretty interesting. enjoy.
on marriage:
if you plan to marry someone at a later age but find him at this age,
he has to be:
1) boring
2) relatively unattractive
3) mild
4) of a low sex drive
5) catholic
see
what'd i tell you
and that includes
6) non-smoker
7) non-gambler
8) non-drinker
on fear:
You would call it fear. I call it the uncertainties of life.
"And, pray tell me, who is she?" she spat out, her dark orbs blazing with anger. You could almost feel the heat radiating off her, her anger comming in thick black waves. Her glare could have singed the hair off your face, she was one person you would not ever want to cross.
He, however, made the mistake. Now, her fury was turned onto him. She stood there, awaiting his response. To the onlookers, they would have expected him to be cowering in fear. Much to their surprise, but none to hers, he smirked at her.
"Just someone more important than you, babe."
And her heart broke inside, though her facade did not change. She hissed at him, her glare becomming more violent than you would have thought possible, "Bullshit." Turning her back on him, she strode off, as dignified as she could, through the masses of people in the thumping club.
Fast forward to three days later.
'Come back', she pleaded, silently in her heart. But all she could do, was to stand there and watch him walk away. The mild swagger in his gait, it took all she had to remain standing.
It was all imaginary. He did not mean to be cruel. Her icy exterior made him belive she was ok. Her calm facade led him to think they were on the same wavelength. Little did he know. How would he have known, anyway? He believed himself to be a nice guy. She believed it too.
She just wanted an excuse to make him the bad one. Anything to heal her broken heart. He walked off, leaving her standing there alone. As he rounded the corner, her legs gave way, and she crumpled in an unsightly heap on the floor.
No tears fell. She had cried enough of them. Her heart was numb to this feeling, already. There was only one other who had broken her heart so, but at this point of time, it did not matter. There was only one for her. And he had just walked himself out of her life.
And there, was one's greatest fear being played out like a great Chopin concerto.
Its time to take a break, today. Release, let go, and make a new friend. This day, this time, only happens once. Its time to get a life.
on sadness:
Silent tears. vers 1.5
girl by the window
staring sadly out
a tear drops
in her heart she cries
all alone is she
with no on there
to care
just she against the world
no one to help
shes all by herself
no one was there
as silent tears dropped
no one knew
no one bothered
soon she was gone
aways from this earthv
then someone knew
then someone cared
but it was too late
she was gone,
a girl who cried
silent tears
reply by daryl chng:
I saw you watching the rain,
Dripping from the mourning sky
Thinking about thoughts of shame,
Truth concealed in a lie?
What about the rainbow behind the clouds
Which you fail to see,
God'd be there to clear you doubts,
And make you sing in glee.
Don't let those tears trickle down your cheeks,
Empowering you with pain.
Love will find it's way even before you seek,
It is part of life's game.
Jesus be your shelter, your endless sunshine.
So stand up brave, say," I'm Fine!"
No more frets, no more fears ;
No more dreams of silent tears...
well, hope that entertained you for abit. ask me if you want to read any more. hee~
and maybe i'll be able to get a few more words out of you. ):
