Friday, July 25, 2014

The way I yearn, the way I cry.

And maybe, just maybe... if I let my emotions lie bare I'll seem like less of the monster you see me as.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Hopeless hopeful fool.

I know I have mentioned several times on my blog now that the past two years have been quite a bitch. But I also realised that life two years ago was easier. It was full of heart break and hard work. But a broken heart meant that there was at least still a relationship of some sort. And hard work meant I had a goal, or at least something to fight for. It has been two years down the road, halfway through the year but I don't feel any wiser, or more accomplished. Many small things have happened. The big things, not so much. But the tiniest little events have the capability to add up and amount to something. Which is scary, because it would then mean that every little step we take is paramount. But it also brings hope, because if I get something done right today, tomorrow, and the day after, it would sum up to something someday. They say hope keeps us alive. But if that's the case, then why am I dying from it every day?

Sunday, May 25, 2014


Nothing hurts more than seeing how much time has passed, how the months have flown by. And those months were meant to be ours, but I spent them lonely, without your company while you spent your daily with someone else, everyone else, anyone else but me.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

"And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and it's effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground 
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves."

Sunday, April 13, 2014


Sometimes I wonder, when will this end?

And then I wonder, when will a new life begin.

A little while later, I stop wondering altogether.

Because it brings me no respite but pain,

Which torments both the heart and the brain.

And then I wonder, am I going insane?

Thursday, April 03, 2014

Things you don't get.

Loving you is a whole lot like loving this plate of Wan Tan Mee. It may not be the best, and I'm pretty sure there are a gazillion other better tasting Wan Tan Mees out there (but then again, maybe not) but this is the best to me and I don't intend to search for a better one anytime soon. But you have to go and be an asshole. Meh.