Gee. Why does the printer in uni always run out of paper when I'm printing? *smacks printer*
It has been quite a fruitful study break, I would say. No, I haven't finish watching my Moonlight Resonance or finish reading Breaking Dawn or Thanks for the Memories or the mandarin story books Rachel lent me. I'm not even done with the September issue of Reader's Digest. And err, no, I haven't been studying much either. Really.
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This little kid has been walking around like a mindless zombie these few months, with limbs flailing around like the Vortex and the Challenger, smashing and hurting many, many innocent souls in his wake..
Trampled over many, many lines..
Ruined many, many lands..
Created many, many unhappy faces..
Words.. can't be taken back.
Damages.. can't be undone.
Pictures and thoughts about the things he had done would surface and haunt him every day and night..
.... He does not feel good at all.
In fact, he was overwhelmed by so much guilt and insecurities that he became more and more dysfunctional...
And.. the more dysfunctional he gets, the more things he shatters...
He.. really hates himself.
Every morning he would wake up, look into the mirror and sigh -
It's himself again.
How he wish that he could turn back time and do things differently.
How he wish that someday he'll wake up finding that he's another person, not this stupid guy in the mirror.
Trampled over many, many lines..
Ruined many, many lands..
Created many, many unhappy faces..
Words.. can't be taken back.
Damages.. can't be undone.
Pictures and thoughts about the things he had done would surface and haunt him every day and night..
.... He does not feel good at all.
In fact, he was overwhelmed by so much guilt and insecurities that he became more and more dysfunctional...
And.. the more dysfunctional he gets, the more things he shatters...
He.. really hates himself.
Every morning he would wake up, look into the mirror and sigh -
It's himself again.
How he wish that he could turn back time and do things differently.
How he wish that someday he'll wake up finding that he's another person, not this stupid guy in the mirror.
Then, without fail, this song will come..
"Don't you ever wish you were someone else..
You were meant to be the way you are exactly..
Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are ..
......
And I hope you'll always stay the same..
Cos there's nothing 'bout you I would change.."
Enough.
He will learn from his mistakes.
He will pick himself up.
It's time to let things go.
It's time to stop torturing himself.
It's time to try to put smiles back on the unhappy faces he created.
To change or not to change is never the question nor the solution.
The more important phrases are -
Get up. Wake up. Grow up.
Swim.
He'll try. Promise.
A new song will be added to the playlist.
You were meant to be the way you are exactly..
Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are ..
......
And I hope you'll always stay the same..
Cos there's nothing 'bout you I would change.."
This song gave him teary eyes sometimes, calmed him down often and provided him a false sense of security always.
But this time, he made up his mind.
He realized that.. He's just like a stubborn and childish kid.
Fell down, but refused to get up.
Instead, he just.. Cry and sulk and mourn and do nothing and hope that everything will get better...
But this time, he made up his mind.
He realized that.. He's just like a stubborn and childish kid.
Fell down, but refused to get up.
Instead, he just.. Cry and sulk and mourn and do nothing and hope that everything will get better...
Enough.
He will learn from his mistakes.
He will pick himself up.
It's time to let things go.
It's time to stop torturing himself.
It's time to try to put smiles back on the unhappy faces he created.
To change or not to change is never the question nor the solution.
The more important phrases are -
Get up. Wake up. Grow up.
Swim.
He'll try. Promise.
A new song will be added to the playlist.
Lets get down to business to defeat the huns
did they send me daughters when i asked for sons
You're the saddest bunch I've ever met
But you can bet before we're though
Mister, I'll make a man out of you.
......
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
and you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man out of you
Be a man
You must be swift as the coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon...
did they send me daughters when i asked for sons
You're the saddest bunch I've ever met
But you can bet before we're though
Mister, I'll make a man out of you.
......
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
and you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man out of you
Be a man
You must be swift as the coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon...
Thanks.. and..
... I'm really, really sorry..
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