Great i wonder why did i spend my day like that.

Monday and tuesday i was still doing very well you know.

Well well i stayed back in school till like 10 pm? That's a great feat isn't it? But i guess it drained pretty much of my energy. Today i totally gave up studying. School ended @ 12.30 (OMG RIGHT!) and i slacked till 2pm -i myself was wondering how i spend my time like that- and then went home straight away instead of carrying out my plan of going to the gym.

Played the com and napped. Woke up, ate dinner, went back to the com. This is how i spent my thursday. Unbelievable. I can turn from a absolute mugger to a slacker who's sitting in front of the com now. Shit me.

Well my home is my refuge. At home i feel the most secured and the safest. The outside world has become complicated that it forces me want to run home even more. Even in school i need to study in an enclosed place, like a classroom. Not just canteen or what. Starbucks at northpoint is quite secluded, so i prefer there than the public library. Moreover the public library are ALWAYS CROWDED. SO FUCK IT.

But me, having my SPLITTING PERSONA, also go to the extreme of loving to walk around orchard and crowded. Well nothing wrong with that right? Especially when there are times when girls give me a glance while walking pass me with their bfs. Ha. Fine i admit that i like that kind of attention. Those eye contacts unravels the modicum of unfaithfulness and frivolity in them.

And they prob hate ade cos she's always with me. Okay see ade, people also hate you. So we off set already. HAHAHAHAHHAHA.

My hair is a disaster these days. I snipped my fringe MYSELF. LIKE USING A SCISSOR, STANDING IN FRONT OF THE TOILET MIRROR, AND *SNIP SNIP* BIT BY BIT.


That's just one of the weird and stupid hobby that i adopted recently. Actually it's quite fun cutting your hair YOURSELF. Ade told me it brings bad luck or something though, but i'm not supertitious to that extent to i dont care much.


I'm going crazy as much as how ade and gting are.


I tell myself to enjoy studying and cherish the dwindling time left to be a uniform student. I love psycho-ing myself like that. I love talking to myself. I love having crazy thoughts, yet can hate it at the same time. Mind fighting with the body(brain).









Love is like a poison.

It is addictive.

It works in a insidious manner.

It breaks you down bit by bit.

It stops your heart, and then start it, and then stop it again.

It tries to take control of you and your mind all the time.

It often leads you to do silly things that you previously would NEVER ever try.

It hurts.

It kills.

It is an irony by itself.

It saves people. (yet)

It can push people into the pits of depression.

It gives joy. Only for the moment.

It is painful.

It pours cold water over your heart.

It clenches your heart and holds it there.

It makes the pulses loud and clear inside your head.

It distracts you from everything.

It is attention seeking.

It makes you insecure.

It is insecure by itself.

It walks on unstable grounds.

It fails me and you.

It is spirit lifting.

It is spirit drowning.

It is patient and impatient.

It never wait for anyone.

It seldom turns back and come back to you.

It is rebellious.

It works against you.

It sucks everything out of you.

It leaves you empty and drenched with tears.

It dampens your eyes.

It numbs your body.

It makes you bleed.

It is selfish.

It is possessive.

It is excludable.

It is frivolous.

It does not self contain.

It creaves havoc.

It is beautiful. (yet)

It is a disaster.

It creeps around.

It is superficial, most of the time.

It traps one in this virtual box it created.

It is ephemeral.

It is mercurial.

It never pause and think.

It shouldn't come and go like it always does.

It shouldn't have came if it is not meant to stay.

It makes people desperate.

It is hollow.

It is a lie.

It is a trick.

It makes people choose the wrong decision.

It is misleading.

It is jealous.

It is green and red.

It turns your world up and down and leave you to turn it back yourself.

It leaves you at your most vlnerable point.

It is merciless.

It never has an exact reason.

It gives tons of excuses all the time.

It sometimes come too late.

It is seldom on time and at the right location.

It is suicidal.

It is like a candy, sweet but bad for health when oveconsumed.

It puts you in the worse dilemma.

It needs time.

It forces you to decide when you dont want to.

It is greedy.

It often lacks depth.

It lacks purity.

It is rust.

It is deceiving.

It makes your self deceive.

It makes you wanna cry.

It makes you wanna hideaway.

It makes you wanna escape.

It is arrogant.

It never turn back when you weep and beg.

It betrays your trust.

It is fragile.

It is too good to be true.

It is so bad that you must hate it.

It is like the wind.

It is bitter.

It deviates too much from fairytales.

It exists when it doesn't.

It makes one helpless.

It makes you think you are not worthy.

It leads you to self pity.

It is causal to your sorrows.

It is lonely.

It is silent.

It is emptiness.

It is an endless pit.

It mocks you.

It rots from inside out.

It makes you envious

It is a facade.

It is a magician.

It is timid.

It is weak.

It is shallow.

It deprivates you of much.

It is acidic.

It is too complicated.

It is too much to handle.

It causes things to go out of control.

It disrupts peace in your life.

It is the forbidden fruit.

It should be hidden in a box and locked, keys thrown into the vast ocean.

It robs away your sun light.

It leaves you in darkness.

It locks you up in depression.

It is not freedom.

It shackles you.

It stops you from flying.

It makes you think too much.

It makes you worry too much.

It gives you reasons to call someone.

It gives you reasons not to call someone.

It is contradicting.

It conflicts its own idea.

It is childish.

It eats into your soul.

It makes you to lose your way.

It causes you to lose yourself.

It makes time irrelevant.

It makes everyone crazy.

It is the pandora box.

It is essentially nothing.




It should not have existed.....





Love is like a poison.

It is not meant to be drunk.

Yet i'd chose to do so.



Love is like a gun.

It is not meant to be played with.

Yet i'd chose to do so.



Now i'm dying.

Now that i died.


Now that i regret.

Now that it is too late....





But i promise myself, tomorrow wont be today.




So Goodbye yesterday, and soon today.





Love shall never exist in my life, again,
spark