when you have t look away
when you don't have much t say
tt's when i love you
i love you jus tt way
t hear you stumble when you speak
or see you walk with two left feet
tt's when i love you
i love you endlessly
and when you're mad cos you lost the game
forget i'm waiting in the rain
baby i love you i love you anyway
so when you turn t hide your eyes
cos the movie made you cry
tt's when i love you
i love you a lil more each time
and when you can't quite match your clothes
or when you laugh at your own jokes
tt's when i love you
i love you more than you know
and when you forget tt we had a date
and tt look tt you give when you show up late
baby i love you i love you anyway
so here's my promise made tonight
you can count on me for life
the more i learn the more i long
the more my heart can't get enough
tt's when i love you, when nothing baby, nothing you do can change my mind
tt's when i love you, when i love you no matter what (:
I love you baby.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
; midnight highway
It's so ironic that I can be stress up to my knees with the looming exams (tomorrow is the big day to be exact) and issues of my own, and yet have the strength to be fuming over matters that my cousin put it so plainly with a look of amusment on her face, "It's none of your business."
But still! Okay I had this feeling the guy in question was him all along, but it was just a guess.. How could he! Whatever happened to those proclamations of love to his girlfriend, one of the sweetest, loveliest girls I've ever had the fortune to meet?!
Oh my god.
You know, they say ignorance is bliss. I WISH I CAN BE STUPID AND IGNORANT. But then again, I would be further more traumatised by my discovery... GRRR!
Half of me feels thankful I'm outta StFrancis and the people both past and present. Another half feels nostalgia. But I guess that's me, an overwhelming bundle of contradictions.
And in case my boyfriend complains I don't blog about him..
I love you loh. Hahahahaha. ^^ Baby wO aI nI mAny mAny wOrx!
But still! Okay I had this feeling the guy in question was him all along, but it was just a guess.. How could he! Whatever happened to those proclamations of love to his girlfriend, one of the sweetest, loveliest girls I've ever had the fortune to meet?!
Oh my god.
You know, they say ignorance is bliss. I WISH I CAN BE STUPID AND IGNORANT. But then again, I would be further more traumatised by my discovery... GRRR!
Half of me feels thankful I'm outta StFrancis and the people both past and present. Another half feels nostalgia. But I guess that's me, an overwhelming bundle of contradictions.
And in case my boyfriend complains I don't blog about him..
I love you loh. Hahahahaha. ^^ Baby wO aI nI mAny mAny wOrx!
; saving me
show me what it's like, to be the last one standing..
I can remember Natalie's heartbreak most vividly in my head. And truth be told, I was steamrolled by insane guilt being the unwitting third party in her relationship with Sam, despite repeated assurances from both of them, that they were on the rocks, and I was but the catalyst that led to the breakup.
There was self loathing, misery and anger directed at Sam, his selfishness and nonchalance towards Natalie, and for placing me into that one way predicament. She was his girlfriend for a couple of months, while she was but, an unknown face from a blog I chanced across, composing essay after essay of sorrow and agony. So why was I the one suffering from tremendous pity and overwhelming self reproach?
And then I replayed my breakup with Sam. Up to now, I'm fairly uncertain, one moment he denied, the next he claimed this and that, but there was this sick feeling in the stomach at that point, that I was the next Natalie. Who was the next Jieying, who was the next Becky. Or at least, that was what Natalie told me.
There was one particular incident that remain fresh in my mind. Maybe cos I'm afraid, repetition of history. Before we started the dating ritual couples go through, which means friends, but he expressed attraction and interest yada yada, he had to go over to Natalie's place for a couple of days, yeah (pretend like everything was normal) and he actually snucked a couple of calls and texts to me, while telling me not to reply. Stuff like I miss you and I can't get you off my mind. And more nonsense like, I didn't even feel like kissing Natalie anymore. I was angry and indignant and it tore me apart to imagine Natalie lying in his embrace, warm and happy, all the time unknowing to his betrayal.
And I'm sorry for the mistrust, it eats me up too but it was instilled within from bad experiences. I think I'm losing it.
At the end of the day, all the I love yous in the world don't seem real after all.
Loves to Mich and Kitty, thanks for being here with rational advice before I drown under massive waves of insecurity and doubt.
I can remember Natalie's heartbreak most vividly in my head. And truth be told, I was steamrolled by insane guilt being the unwitting third party in her relationship with Sam, despite repeated assurances from both of them, that they were on the rocks, and I was but the catalyst that led to the breakup.
There was self loathing, misery and anger directed at Sam, his selfishness and nonchalance towards Natalie, and for placing me into that one way predicament. She was his girlfriend for a couple of months, while she was but, an unknown face from a blog I chanced across, composing essay after essay of sorrow and agony. So why was I the one suffering from tremendous pity and overwhelming self reproach?
And then I replayed my breakup with Sam. Up to now, I'm fairly uncertain, one moment he denied, the next he claimed this and that, but there was this sick feeling in the stomach at that point, that I was the next Natalie. Who was the next Jieying, who was the next Becky. Or at least, that was what Natalie told me.
There was one particular incident that remain fresh in my mind. Maybe cos I'm afraid, repetition of history. Before we started the dating ritual couples go through, which means friends, but he expressed attraction and interest yada yada, he had to go over to Natalie's place for a couple of days, yeah (pretend like everything was normal) and he actually snucked a couple of calls and texts to me, while telling me not to reply. Stuff like I miss you and I can't get you off my mind. And more nonsense like, I didn't even feel like kissing Natalie anymore. I was angry and indignant and it tore me apart to imagine Natalie lying in his embrace, warm and happy, all the time unknowing to his betrayal.
And I'm sorry for the mistrust, it eats me up too but it was instilled within from bad experiences. I think I'm losing it.
At the end of the day, all the I love yous in the world don't seem real after all.
Loves to Mich and Kitty, thanks for being here with rational advice before I drown under massive waves of insecurity and doubt.
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