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4/08/2010 11:33:00 PM
Thursday, April 8, 2010

we are all murderers of time.

man. starting to feel a little tired but gotta finish filing stuff :S and maybe finishing writing the letter by tonight? see how things go i guess :) sc carnival is comin up this sat, its gonna be epic man :D

learnt something from a sudden thought and vision..
once believed that one should always be happy when seeing the one he or she loves, happy for that fact that the other party is smiling despite being with another. but think bout it, its easier said than done. now you say it, over and over again but once that day comes, trust me. its kills you so bad, so badly you can't imagine the anger and hurt burning within you. will you really be able to take it all? we are just humans. humans, with emotions.

the place was white,
brightly lit as the strong rays of the sun
shone through the windows of tainted glass.
the place was crowded with people of unfamiliar faces.
everyone were somehow rushing forward into the chapel,
curious about what was going on.
you seemed unbothered but yet somewhat curious,
standing there as you watched them crowd some more.
you blinked,
suddenly appearing right in front where the crowd used to be,
holding a bouquet of flowers in your hands,
wondering why there was a certain space between you and this crowd.
you turned your head as you started to grip the bouquet tightly,
finally seeing faces your recognised but yet many questions appeared in your mind.
"whats going on?
why are they here?
where are we?
how is it possible that, that person is here?
could it all be just a dream? or is just reality?"
soon these questions were answered.
you started to have a bad feeling as you saw the two staring,
staring deeply into each others' eyes as they stood facing one another.
you smiled to yourself as you saw the one loved smiling,
smiling not at you, but another in your position.
they held one another's hands as their eyes glistened with happiness.
you sighed to yourself,
wondering how well you would accept it,
constantly repeating to yourself that you could take it,
repeating, that love was not bout oneself,
but yet for the happiness of the one truly loved.
things got awkward as you stood there looking at them.
right before your very own eyes,
you saw them going closer to one another,
leaning forward and soon locking their lips.
it was unbearable.
you looked down as you closed your eyes,
hiding every emotion within you as tears started to form,
slowly making your way towards the door.
this time,
the door did not lead you back to the front,
but yet led you back to reality,
where you knew all this was not meant to be.

being random? yeah maybe.

♥


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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
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Fellow member of the CLAN (established in 2010)
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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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