It has been a boring 3 weeks since I came back. No school. No commitment , nothing.
Has been going out lately since I am bored to death at home. The guys played against Pierce Sec boys for third time in a row. Thats how much free time we are having.

Went for class outing yesterday. Was fun. Getting an injury around my toe in beach soccer wasnt that fun though.

Tried my best to talk but it never happen. A text was all i could do.


Anyway , though as much as I wish to tell u the reason for not adding u up, how could I? especially when the reason is way too stupid for you.(at least thats my guess) . No , not because I dislike u or anything. If it is the case , I wouldnt even have tried to mend that fragile friendship. The reason is way too complex.

I would be a liar if i were to say you were just my puppy love. You were more than that. But nah I am not going to advance to u or anything, I will just stay from a distance and look at you with guilt and regret.

As we sat across the function room in Conrad where I had this little chat with you , I missed out so many stuffs that I have always wanted to say. No ,I am not looking for a reunion or whatever , but at times I do feel like telling you the stuffs that I went through. There were so many stuffs that I prepared to say , 20 plus notes that I wrote and crushed , coz they were all to inperfect. Oh well , I still feel you deserve to know how I have turned out for you are very significant character in my life who once shaped the course of social life i choose to take.

Note : If there is any arrogant/self-centered/blood-sucking prick by the name of Lao Lyjing reading this, pls dont get ur hopes too high , I am not writing about you. You are never all that miss. Go and be a camwhore and cambodianwhore instead.

Life is a play

What is our life? A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.

Sir Walter Raleigh

He is such an eye sore early in the morning.

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder's
To me, you were always a beauty

they are back. How blissful can that be.
Should start counting down for O's .
A lot had happened recently. The goods and the bad.
I shall take the goods since they were more.
I have scaled the heights of friendships.
Time to scale for study instead.

To the world you may be one person,
but to one person you may be the world.

- Bill Wilson -

Enjoy

The sun shone really really bright at me last night after months of darkness. Weeeeheeeee.
My life was lit and my spirit was lifted by its sheer presence. I loved every moment of it.
Thank you.
I have learnt to accept that not all beautiful poems rhyme though.

every single word is a painful stab

I had this unbelievably awesome dream about Nat Shin Naung last night. Too bad I didn't get to see Datu Kalyar though (pronounced as Dar-Dhu-Cla-Yar). Ho ho ho awesoooommmmmmmmeeeeee. :D :D
I know its just a dream but still......
Anyway the dream is rather strange.This is a result of watching Naresuan , Ong Bak 2 and thinking whole day long about history.

A difficult journey on a difficult path.
I have journey-ed for seven long months.

I know I may look like a loser in life to you and all
shedding each hope like leaves
until there is none left

I still think of you all day long
Even though i know its wrong

My past with you I wish i can forget
The memories of you I wish I never gained
But i can't and i never will

Ok, i have no idea what i wrote. Its not even a poem. Neither a letter. Okay whatever. I dont know what i am doing seriously.

Photo Credits : iainalexander@flickr

Forget about ten times. Did you even completely read it once?
Yeah so much for it.
At the end of the day, everything is worthless.