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4/10/2009 10:28:00 PM
Friday, April 10, 2009

growing weaker and weaker as each living day passes by.

went for pw at macs today with constance, maryanne, pearl and xueqi, haha! bought 4 ice creams from macs that the salesperson at the counter stared at me wierdly as i smiled back wierdly at her after ordering another vanilla ice cream :S after pw, went to pearl and xueqi 's church, was pretty fun and awesome and totally different from the experience during 2006 :] haha! this time was no not much jumping and stuff but this time, it was alot more meaningful and deep along with a huge message.

as we all closed our eyes and lowered our heads,
words were spoken from the stage.
talking deeply about the love for the lord.
about how he would always be there when we were down.
helping us fill that hole in our hearts filled with sorrow.
that moment,
all those scenes flashed past my mind.
i felt useless as i held it all within.
all of a sudden someone came along,
asking bout the experience and my feelings.
all of a sudden tears started to gather,
smiling away hoping it would dissapear.
but this strange feeling aroused within me.
i broke down as we said a prayer.
never feeling such a feeling ever before
and yet these little numbered words,
brought comfort to my heart.
-
i took in deep breaths as i rose from my bed.
it was all a dream. yet it felt so real...
"no. this is not true. no. please dont"
tears streamed down my eyes.
"no please dont. are you joking?"
you shook your head.
"im really migrating back home."
"please no."
i cried so hard as my knees fell to the ground.
this is not true, its not real. is it?
"no, no.. this cant be happening."
i clutched my head as you stared down.
"no. this is not true. please dont. will you come back?"
you shrugged your shoulders.
"no. please, please dont go."

this song is dedicated for those people, whom i sincerly would like to say these words to them. just two words. i'm sorry.

Everybody knows that I was such a fool to ever let go of you
Baby I was wrong
Yeah I know I said we'd be better off alone
It was time that we moved on
I know I broke your heart, I didn't mean to break your heart
But baby here I am

Banging on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor
My hands and knees are bruised and I'm crawling back to you
Begging for a second chance
Are you gonna let me in?
I was running from the truth and now I'm crawling back to you

I know you're in there and you can make me wait
But I'm not gonna wait
It's the least that I can do, just to tell you face to face
I was lying to myself, now I'm dying in this hell
Girl I know you're mad, I can't blame you for being mad
But baby here I am

Banging on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor
My hands and knees are bruised and now I'm crawling back to you
Begging for a second chance
Are you gonna let me in?
I was running from the truth and now I'm crawling back to you

If you could see these tears I'm crying
Touch these hands that can't stop shaking
Hear my heart that's barely beating
You will see a different man

But baby here I am
Banging on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor
My hands and knees are bruised and I'm crawling back to you (come on)
Begging for a second chance
Are you gonna let me in? (let me in)
I was running from the truth, now I'm crawling back to you

-crawling back to you
by backstreet boys

♥


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Welcome to my blog of rants inspired through the scribbles of one's mind.

poem inspired by agatha, alex, celine
i starred at the fan on the celing,
lifting my watch to my eyes.
it was 12 am in the morning.
i looked out of the window
as i admired the clear night sky.
leaving my bed as i started to walk towards the table,
reaching out for that knife which laid there alone.
crying and crying,
as each crystal clear tear fell to the floor one by one.
feeling the fresh, cold blood rush out of my skin.
having its pain numbed by these falling tears.
and therefore. that was when the phrase,
"BLOODSHED TEARS" was formed :D

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Prologue

Name: Ruth Lee
A lost, confused soul wandering around this world with only a stick in one hand and a shield in the other.
Birthdate: 21st Feb 1994
SCGS!!!
1PR 07. 2PR 08. 3CO 09. 4CO 10
Red Cross!!!
Fellow member of the CLAN (established in 2010)
Fellow Head of the L.U (established in 2010)
Fellow cactus cadet of E.C.C(established in 2008)
[Evil Cactus Clan]

Overall?
An unusual fwen who is in love with music and is contented with the simple pleasures :)
Pretty much just a lost confused soul wandering around this world with only a stick in one hand and a shield in the other.
But but! If you meet me one day, come up to mua and whack me on the back and you'll get a poke in return :D
but if you whack me when im holding something, expect a whack filled with torns >:)

But honestly?

Hmmm. Lets just say there's more than meets the eye

*grins*

A list of hopes:
chance to go star gazing
chance to enjoy the sunset at the sea side
chance to meet (people) in the future
chance to play lunia with me lunia buddy, wenqian
for both hands to clap instead of one
lots of stuff my dear friend, lots of stuff :)
something i know one cannot achieve


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