you and me

we're plain jane weirdos

I've never felt this special in a long, long, long time. Thanks.

This thing called life.

Save me. 

and

if i die before I wake,

my jaded soul is yours to take

i'll stay right here and never leave

to haunt you dearly in your sleep

well

we're all a little sad

and we're all a little mad 

and we're all a little bit alone

well

we were built on crumbling ground 

and resonating sounds

and ocean tides that flow

well

we're all crying 

and we're all dying

with no warm hand to hold

well 

some are saved

but you're left on your grave

with only filth and broken bones

Please

Please 

Please 

let things get better

• Hello there, stranger.
• Today, I had a bad day at school.  
• I like nice people. 
• I hate Chemistry. 
• I dedicate this bullet to Francesca, whose nails are in the process of growing themselves out. I am so happy for you. Keep it up!  
• (Seriously, if you knew her in real life, you'd be quite relieved for her sake.) 
• (Hi Panini.) 
• Darn Journalism. Can't I just write you little bits and pieces of poetry every day?
• I see you guys every day but I miss you.
• "People who go to bed early complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime."
• True, but believe me, I've seen how short one night can be. You hear people say "It's going to be long night." but the truth is it doesn't stretch as long as a lifetime. The clock ticks. The world will wake. The sun will rise. 
• It's been a bad week. 
• Shit happens. It's not life without shit happening.....or lemons thrown at your face. Sometimes, you just don't have the drive to make lemonade anymore, and that's okay because humans get tired and you're just human. 
• This bullet is for all those who're having a bad day or a bad week. Let me give you a hug, love. 
• Dumplings because I care. 
• That did not make sense. 
• Okay. 

I don't matter anymore. 

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life in bullets

My life is uninteresting. It has always been, but I'll blog about it anyway.

09/14/12

•  The day when the classrooms were wiped out come dismissal time and everyone was running out the school gates to catch the drum beating competition. Despite the ridiculously crowded venue, sweat and heat squeezed into one afternoon, I just felt so, so proud of our drum beaters, and especially my friends, who won 2nd runner up and were, may I just say, all-girl junkies! Beat that. Mehehe. 
• Marielle's birthday dinner and lovely, lovely company. There's not much to tell. We stuffed ourselves. That is all. 
• Roadtrip to get Chryssie home and snippets of conversation and falling asleep on the way back.

09/15/12 

• I wasted the whole Saturday on absolutely nothing. Except an attempted meet-up for a  school project that was utterly useless but I didn't really care because I got to see my friends and darn, I was craving for company. 
• It was my grandmother's birthday so we came over for dinner and it hit me again how I am never ever going to see my grandfather ever again. They told me they still hear him in the old little house in the farm. He loved staying there.
• I fell asleep on the couch, and in the car on the way home, and on the couch once again when I got home. Sleep all day every day. Kidding. I'm a zombie. 

09/16/12

• I had lots and lots and lots to finish but I took a nap anyway, and now, I still have lots and lots to finish, but I'm blogging in bullets anyway. I will regret staying up this late. I know I will. 

My shrill and silly fangirl-ing 12 year old self; all those Taylor Swift love songs on repeat. I'm way over those, but you kind of miss them, y'know? It's been such a frustrating Sunday, and I thought I'd share this lovely song with you. It's one of the songs I never tire of, even if it is from Taylor Swift (and you know, everyone gets tired of her whiny love songs at some point.) 

You're beautiful, every little piece, love. 

August broke me. September scares me.

5:16 am

Classical music and a novel

4:14 am

And I am studying about Greek civilization.

Seriously, Joy, get a life. Or better yet, a fixed body clock.

I have a lot to do. As much as I love late nights and 2 am, all I need right now is sweet, sweet sleep.

I have been wanting to break down and crumble ever since this morning for reasons you will never seem to grasp, so never you mind.

I'm trying, okay?

I need a hug. A long, warm, comforting hug. I want to melt into someone's arms, linger there and feel safe.