It's getting harder to update now, not because of the examinations, but because, MY COMPUTER'S DOWN!
No, not literally, down there. But my keyboard has mad, I mean it. My space bar used to jam up pretty often, but now, my whole keyboard is going mad. It always disconnects from the computer, and I have to keep plugging it in every few seconds.
I was on MSN the other day and I got so fed up with it, that I literally copy-and-paste letters into the conversation to form a sentence. It took longer, but it was much less irritating.
Any kind soul can buy me a keyboard? Not the kiddy palace one. hahha.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Festive Season = baking and eating
Despite being in the midst of the 'O' level Examination week, I am busy helping my mum out with the baking of the festive goodies.
Since young, my mum has always asked me to help her out in the kitchen, be it cooking, baking or preparing dishes and drinks for the guests.
I never hesitated at the offer as I loved to see how my mum used the various methods that were passed down from her Peranakan ancestors, to cook. There were so many techniques and beliefs, just to make a simple kueh kueh.
One belief that I find really interesting, was to NEVER have any disbelief in the raising of the cake.
I, being curious, decided to test that belief one day. When my mum was steaming a cake, I said aloud "Why never huat one?I don't think it will loh".
Just then my mum turned vicious and began scolding me in the usual, Peranakan language. She apologized continuously to the cake. But true enough, the cake never did huat.
Now it may seem like a miscalculation in the amount of ingredients used, but believe me, as we tried doing the same cake the next day, with the same amount of ingredients, only that I never said a word. And amazingly, the cake did huat.
But from then on, however, my mum never trusted me and thus, never asked me to help out whenever she was baking any cake.
Now, I only help out in the tedious shaping of cookies, kueh tarts, kueh mahmut(especially this) and biscuits. I am also a tool for taste-testing, a profession very much shared with my dog, who chooses which kueh kueh is nice, and devours it ravenously. And leaves the not so nice ones alone while looking at me in disdain, as though I had purposely given him the bad ones.
Since young, my mum has always asked me to help her out in the kitchen, be it cooking, baking or preparing dishes and drinks for the guests.
I never hesitated at the offer as I loved to see how my mum used the various methods that were passed down from her Peranakan ancestors, to cook. There were so many techniques and beliefs, just to make a simple kueh kueh.
One belief that I find really interesting, was to NEVER have any disbelief in the raising of the cake.
I, being curious, decided to test that belief one day. When my mum was steaming a cake, I said aloud "Why never huat one?I don't think it will loh".
Just then my mum turned vicious and began scolding me in the usual, Peranakan language. She apologized continuously to the cake. But true enough, the cake never did huat.
Now it may seem like a miscalculation in the amount of ingredients used, but believe me, as we tried doing the same cake the next day, with the same amount of ingredients, only that I never said a word. And amazingly, the cake did huat.
But from then on, however, my mum never trusted me and thus, never asked me to help out whenever she was baking any cake.
Now, I only help out in the tedious shaping of cookies, kueh tarts, kueh mahmut(especially this) and biscuits. I am also a tool for taste-testing, a profession very much shared with my dog, who chooses which kueh kueh is nice, and devours it ravenously. And leaves the not so nice ones alone while looking at me in disdain, as though I had purposely given him the bad ones.
Friday, October 24, 2008
ANIMAL ABUSE
Not for Animal Lovers
The last time I blogged about Animal Abuse was back in February, where I lay the truth about where China got their fur from, and how they got it.
Click Here to read it.
That came as a huge shock to me as I thought that the artificial fur was usually from cotton or other materials.
But even if these animals were used, what disgusted me was how they killed the animals to retrieve the fur.
I am aware that killing them by the knife could damage the fur, and I am also aware that the drug used to put animals to sleep is rather expensive. But I still think that there are other ways other than hammering them against to kill them.
This scenario is just one of the many animal Abuse that is ongoing around the world. The other Animal Abuse is Seal Hunting.
Seal Hunting is carried out in 5 countries , with Canada being the hot spot where most of the world's seal hunting takes place.
Seals are hunted for their fur, blubber and their meat, by sealers who clubs the seals with a baseball bat-like instruments. Just like China, the sealers treat the seals with so much cruelty that they kick and skin the seals while conscious or alive.
It is known that sealers kill pubs; baby seals who are not more than three months old.
If that is not cruel enough, then read on...
The next topic that I am going to talk about is, of how an artist portrayed his "art piece" in a gallery.
The Artist goes by the name of Guillermo Vargas aka Habacuc.
This man, who considers himself as an Artist, had done up an Art piece in 2007 which involved a starving of a dog named Nativity.
The dog was taken from the streets, then was chained up. He also withheld water and food from the dog. The dog was tied not more than a feet a away from a wall display constructed of dog food, where it was there till its last throes of death.
The Artist and visitors watched on as the dog suffered in agony. The visitors were told not to feed the dog. Boy, if I were there, I would've cut the chains and set the dog free!
To make matters worst, "the Visual Arts Biennial of Central America decided that the 'installation' WAS actually art, so Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the Biennial of 2008."
Bunch of idiots, I do hope they get their retribution.
To read more about Seal Hunting and the organization that is helping in the protest against it, Click Here.
If you're really keen on ending the horrendous act carried out by habacuc, then please sign the petition!
Click Here.
For more info on Habacuc,Click Here.
The last time I blogged about Animal Abuse was back in February, where I lay the truth about where China got their fur from, and how they got it.
Click Here to read it.
That came as a huge shock to me as I thought that the artificial fur was usually from cotton or other materials.
But even if these animals were used, what disgusted me was how they killed the animals to retrieve the fur.
I am aware that killing them by the knife could damage the fur, and I am also aware that the drug used to put animals to sleep is rather expensive. But I still think that there are other ways other than hammering them against to kill them.
This scenario is just one of the many animal Abuse that is ongoing around the world. The other Animal Abuse is Seal Hunting.
Seal Hunting is carried out in 5 countries , with Canada being the hot spot where most of the world's seal hunting takes place.
Seals are hunted for their fur, blubber and their meat, by sealers who clubs the seals with a baseball bat-like instruments. Just like China, the sealers treat the seals with so much cruelty that they kick and skin the seals while conscious or alive.
It is known that sealers kill pubs; baby seals who are not more than three months old.
If that is not cruel enough, then read on...
The next topic that I am going to talk about is, of how an artist portrayed his "art piece" in a gallery.
The Artist goes by the name of Guillermo Vargas aka Habacuc.
This man, who considers himself as an Artist, had done up an Art piece in 2007 which involved a starving of a dog named Nativity.
The dog was taken from the streets, then was chained up. He also withheld water and food from the dog. The dog was tied not more than a feet a away from a wall display constructed of dog food, where it was there till its last throes of death.
The Artist and visitors watched on as the dog suffered in agony. The visitors were told not to feed the dog. Boy, if I were there, I would've cut the chains and set the dog free!
To make matters worst, "the Visual Arts Biennial of Central America decided that the 'installation' WAS actually art, so Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the Biennial of 2008."
Bunch of idiots, I do hope they get their retribution.
To read more about Seal Hunting and the organization that is helping in the protest against it, Click Here.
If you're really keen on ending the horrendous act carried out by habacuc, then please sign the petition!
Click Here.
For more info on Habacuc,Click Here.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
SKA-P
The past few days have given me nothing but tingles down my spine.
I have seen numerous people break down just before, and after the examination papers due to stress. This whole freaking out thing came as a wake-up call for me as I realized how severe things would be if I failed.
Just the thought of failing the O' level examinations made me panicked. I have been wasting four years of my Life without fully focusing on my studies. Even till now, I am watching cartoons and sleeping in till late afternoons. Despite freaking myself out a little, I just can't seem to push myself hard enough to mug, literally. I have never pushed myself to the farthest I could go, even when I was a kid, and i guess it's still the same now.
Friends who know me always nickname me the "bo-chap" one. I guess it's true.
But nevertheless, I just hope that everyone does well, and get into the courses they want. As for me, well, let's just see. I prefer to live day by day, letting nature take its course, rather than freak myself out with the many "what-if"s.
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Anyway, I think everyone needs a break. And so I would like to share some things about a band that I recently heard of.
They are called: SKA-P
(Taken from Wikipedia.org)
In case you have no idea what an anarchist is, I've got it checked out for you!
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(From Dictionary.com)
[an-er-kist] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
In simpler terms, they are a bunch of rebel who go or rather, sing against the Government.
Even though I have no idea what they are singing, I love the beats of the music. I find it rather unique to mix both punk and Mexican beats, while making them blend all at the same time. The songs just make you want to jump off your chair and dance along to the beat!
Here are some of the videos.
Intifada
El Vas Del Obrero
McDollar
Cannabis
That's all for now.
And, to all out there, please don't freak yourself out. A break every once in awhile is good for you. It's better than stressing yourself out, and ending up totally blank during the examinations. Do take care.
I have seen numerous people break down just before, and after the examination papers due to stress. This whole freaking out thing came as a wake-up call for me as I realized how severe things would be if I failed.
Just the thought of failing the O' level examinations made me panicked. I have been wasting four years of my Life without fully focusing on my studies. Even till now, I am watching cartoons and sleeping in till late afternoons. Despite freaking myself out a little, I just can't seem to push myself hard enough to mug, literally. I have never pushed myself to the farthest I could go, even when I was a kid, and i guess it's still the same now.
Friends who know me always nickname me the "bo-chap" one. I guess it's true.
But nevertheless, I just hope that everyone does well, and get into the courses they want. As for me, well, let's just see. I prefer to live day by day, letting nature take its course, rather than freak myself out with the many "what-if"s.
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Anyway, I think everyone needs a break. And so I would like to share some things about a band that I recently heard of.
They are called: SKA-P
(Taken from Wikipedia.org)
Ska-P (pronounced [ɛsˈkape]) is a ska punk band formed in Madrid (Vallecas), Spain, in 1994, that could be categorized, politically, as an anarchist musical group. It is one of the most popular ska bands in Spain and Europe.
Musically, despite their fun image, Ska-P has well-rehearsed and tight arrangements, and as of 2002, includes among its members a small but striking brass section which gives the band a powerful sound.
Their nonconformist attitude is also evident in their eccentric haircuts. Some band members have mohawks while others are almost bald-shaven (with a ponytail at the back).
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------In case you have no idea what an anarchist is, I've got it checked out for you!
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(From Dictionary.com)
4 dictionary results for: anarchist
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1) - Cite This Source - Share This an·ar·chist [an-er-kist] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation –noun
| 1. | a person who advocates or believes in anarchy or anarchism. |
| 2. | a person who seeks to overturn by violence all constituted forms and institutions of society and government, with no purpose of establishing any other system of order in the place of that destroyed. |
| 3. | a person who promotes disorder or excites revolt against any established rule, law, or custom. |
In simpler terms, they are a bunch of rebel who go or rather, sing against the Government.
Even though I have no idea what they are singing, I love the beats of the music. I find it rather unique to mix both punk and Mexican beats, while making them blend all at the same time. The songs just make you want to jump off your chair and dance along to the beat!
Here are some of the videos.
Intifada
El Vas Del Obrero
McDollar
Cannabis
That's all for now.
And, to all out there, please don't freak yourself out. A break every once in awhile is good for you. It's better than stressing yourself out, and ending up totally blank during the examinations. Do take care.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Kids are forever kids
"Kids nowadays ah..."
I used to glare vehemently at the person/people who dared utter that phrase. I hated how the "older" generation always compared us to them, then. And how they described our every action with so much exaggeration that it seemed us kids were such a humiliation to them, even by existing in their presence.
But overtime, I got to understand why the "older" generation made such crude remarks on us kids.
A couple of days ago, I got to experience one of the idiotic things that kids did. I was on my way to school for one of my exam papers, and to my horror, there was a bunch of indecently dressed students from my school, who were walking or so it seems, in a big group, opposite of me. They were walking so slowly that I managed to size them up, each and every one of them.
The girls had their fringes flowing opulently down their face, and their skirts were so short and skimpy, that it could not even fit the size of a napkin. Their blouses were so low, that it almost seemed like a night gown. And to make matters worst, their bags they carried were so low, that it continuously hit their bums as they walked.
The guys on the other hand, had pants so low, that their butt cracks would be visible if not for their untucked shirts. Some had piercings all over their faces, from their mouth, to their ears, to their tongues. And they seemed almost like a lizard, showing off their tongue stud, and their long tail/fringes. And not to forget, they were constantly spitting o the floor.
I wonder how they hid all these from the teachers in school.
Their looks did not really bother me that much. Instead I was more dissappointed in the way they showed themselves. They were spouting vulgarities, with each of them saying the C and F word every ten seconds. They laughed and communicated (I wouldn't say it was talking) so loudly, that I was sure they could compete with, and win my neighbourhood's popiah-seller.
One of the most ridiculous thing that I saw, was that a couple of the girls, who were walking at the front, was actually walking backwards, with their backs facing me, so that they could hear in on the ongoing conversations within the group. And as I was approaching the group, no one informed the girls, nor did any of them budge, so as to make way for me to walk through.
I was very much pissed off, because they were walking in such a big group, so much that there wasn't any space left, and yet when people wanted to walk past, we had to give way to them? It was really stupid because as I looked at them, I realised that all of them apparently, pretended that they did not see me. I was even more furious when an elderly lady happened to past by and then did the same thing to her.
This incident is just one of the many that I have seen and heard of "kids nowadays ah..". And I am sure that it is not only from my school, but from other schools, in fact every where in Singapore, that kids are behaving just the same.
I do not know if this is Singapore's kids' way of showcasing their uniqueness, but I am still disappointed at the rate that it is going. I am sure that there are other ways to showcase our uniqueness.
It is usual for the older generation to dislike "kids nowadays" especially with news articles of underage teens having sex, drinking and even bullying.
And what's more ironic is that, there are kids out there, like me, who also dislike "kids nowadays", as we feel that the human species has split into two. One being the sane kids, the other being the barbaric, almost stone age-like hooligans.
The latter has indeed tarnished the "cute, innocent and angel-like" descriptions that parents usually gave to kids. Yes, every one wants to have fun every once in a while, but does it have to go to an extend of showcasing barbaric acts? I wonder if they behave the same at home.
It seems like the stone revolution is back. I just wonder when the dinosaurs would come back.
And to the kids out there, if you think behaving like the above mentioned is cool, IT'S NOT.
I used to glare vehemently at the person/people who dared utter that phrase. I hated how the "older" generation always compared us to them, then. And how they described our every action with so much exaggeration that it seemed us kids were such a humiliation to them, even by existing in their presence.
But overtime, I got to understand why the "older" generation made such crude remarks on us kids.
A couple of days ago, I got to experience one of the idiotic things that kids did. I was on my way to school for one of my exam papers, and to my horror, there was a bunch of indecently dressed students from my school, who were walking or so it seems, in a big group, opposite of me. They were walking so slowly that I managed to size them up, each and every one of them.
The girls had their fringes flowing opulently down their face, and their skirts were so short and skimpy, that it could not even fit the size of a napkin. Their blouses were so low, that it almost seemed like a night gown. And to make matters worst, their bags they carried were so low, that it continuously hit their bums as they walked.
The guys on the other hand, had pants so low, that their butt cracks would be visible if not for their untucked shirts. Some had piercings all over their faces, from their mouth, to their ears, to their tongues. And they seemed almost like a lizard, showing off their tongue stud, and their long tail/fringes. And not to forget, they were constantly spitting o the floor.
I wonder how they hid all these from the teachers in school.
Their looks did not really bother me that much. Instead I was more dissappointed in the way they showed themselves. They were spouting vulgarities, with each of them saying the C and F word every ten seconds. They laughed and communicated (I wouldn't say it was talking) so loudly, that I was sure they could compete with, and win my neighbourhood's popiah-seller.
One of the most ridiculous thing that I saw, was that a couple of the girls, who were walking at the front, was actually walking backwards, with their backs facing me, so that they could hear in on the ongoing conversations within the group. And as I was approaching the group, no one informed the girls, nor did any of them budge, so as to make way for me to walk through.
I was very much pissed off, because they were walking in such a big group, so much that there wasn't any space left, and yet when people wanted to walk past, we had to give way to them? It was really stupid because as I looked at them, I realised that all of them apparently, pretended that they did not see me. I was even more furious when an elderly lady happened to past by and then did the same thing to her.
This incident is just one of the many that I have seen and heard of "kids nowadays ah..". And I am sure that it is not only from my school, but from other schools, in fact every where in Singapore, that kids are behaving just the same.
I do not know if this is Singapore's kids' way of showcasing their uniqueness, but I am still disappointed at the rate that it is going. I am sure that there are other ways to showcase our uniqueness.
It is usual for the older generation to dislike "kids nowadays" especially with news articles of underage teens having sex, drinking and even bullying.
And what's more ironic is that, there are kids out there, like me, who also dislike "kids nowadays", as we feel that the human species has split into two. One being the sane kids, the other being the barbaric, almost stone age-like hooligans.
The latter has indeed tarnished the "cute, innocent and angel-like" descriptions that parents usually gave to kids. Yes, every one wants to have fun every once in a while, but does it have to go to an extend of showcasing barbaric acts? I wonder if they behave the same at home.
It seems like the stone revolution is back. I just wonder when the dinosaurs would come back.
And to the kids out there, if you think behaving like the above mentioned is cool, IT'S NOT.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
It's funny though
When you find dislike someone, then everything about him is annoying; from the words coming out of his mouth, to his actions, even just to his mere presence. Everything about him would seem so wrong that the slightest movement would make you want to skin him alive. And everything about him is UGLY.
And here's the irony, when the exact same actions and words are done and said by your friend or your crush, it can't be helped but to chuckle, start off in a conversation with them or even sing in praise of their looks.
What is Anger such a strong tool that it can make two similar scenarios (with the same plot but with different people) end in total different endings?
ANGER
VS.
HAPPINESS
This year has been an in-between year for me. But now, I'm feeling like.....
And here's the irony, when the exact same actions and words are done and said by your friend or your crush, it can't be helped but to chuckle, start off in a conversation with them or even sing in praise of their looks.
What is Anger such a strong tool that it can make two similar scenarios (with the same plot but with different people) end in total different endings?
ANGER
VS.
HAPPINESS
This year has been an in-between year for me. But now, I'm feeling like.....
Friday, October 17, 2008
Story (Part II)
But things took a drastic turn one day, when ......
she decided to stop by a dark alley along the streets of the market. It was a usually routine for Katie to buy some groceries for cooking every single day. And every single day, the old man would warn her to never turn into the dark alley along the street of the market.
"Oh, it wouldn't hurt, I'm sure the Old man is just trying to scare me."
Katie turned into the dark alley. The alley was wet from the morning rain and algae protruded out from the cracks of the stone wall. It reeked of decaying rats so much that Katie had to pinch her nose.
She ventured further into the dark alley, and to her surprise, there sat a small little girl, who seemed not over 4 years old.
The girl sat cross-legged and had her head down. Was she asleep?
Katie crept slowly towards her, trying her best to not make a single noise. But, just as Katie was a few inches from the girl, she accidentally kicked a pebble that flew straight to the girl's knee. The girl yelped in pain. With eyes as red as volcanic lava, she sized Katie up as though she was about to gobble her down like a ravenous man.
Out of the blue, the girl started screaming and yanked hard at Katie's hair. She had the strength of a horse, and with a pull, she managed to get Katie on her knees. Hot tears cascaded down Katie's face as she pleaded for mercy.
How could such a small innocent kid have such great strength?
The girl suddenly spoke in tongues, and started stroking Katie's throat. Before she knew it, Katie lost consciousness.
To be continued.....
she decided to stop by a dark alley along the streets of the market. It was a usually routine for Katie to buy some groceries for cooking every single day. And every single day, the old man would warn her to never turn into the dark alley along the street of the market.
"Oh, it wouldn't hurt, I'm sure the Old man is just trying to scare me."
Katie turned into the dark alley. The alley was wet from the morning rain and algae protruded out from the cracks of the stone wall. It reeked of decaying rats so much that Katie had to pinch her nose.
She ventured further into the dark alley, and to her surprise, there sat a small little girl, who seemed not over 4 years old.
The girl sat cross-legged and had her head down. Was she asleep?
Katie crept slowly towards her, trying her best to not make a single noise. But, just as Katie was a few inches from the girl, she accidentally kicked a pebble that flew straight to the girl's knee. The girl yelped in pain. With eyes as red as volcanic lava, she sized Katie up as though she was about to gobble her down like a ravenous man.
Out of the blue, the girl started screaming and yanked hard at Katie's hair. She had the strength of a horse, and with a pull, she managed to get Katie on her knees. Hot tears cascaded down Katie's face as she pleaded for mercy.
How could such a small innocent kid have such great strength?
The girl suddenly spoke in tongues, and started stroking Katie's throat. Before she knew it, Katie lost consciousness.
To be continued.....
Monday, October 13, 2008
Graduation
When people think of Graduation, they think of square hats, certificates, balloons, hugs, kisses, and lots and lots of tears. Well, in my case, there was none of the above, but there was definitely lots of fun, memories and laughter!
Graduation to me is a day where we reminisce about the past, of the mischief we had, from the people we played tricks on, to the tears we shed when we were feeling blue.
I am glad that my class is a class of fun clowns who never fail to brighten the class, and make teachers peeved! I guess, that's the memorable part of my class; we were always known for our mischief,and teachers had to wrack their head so as to have an idea of how to deal with us.
My class is made up of 43 kids of total different personalities. We have outspoken leaders, sporty people, "know-it-all" freaks, artists, Anime fanatics, people obsessed with make-up, people who can't stop talking, people who can't stop laughing, and people who act cute. hahah.
Although we're different, what bonds as as close as bricks of a building, is the cement; our dear teachers, who have the care, concern, and definitely patience, to discipline and motivate us into becoming fine adolescence.
Graduation Day had been a fruitful one for me. I got to enjoy sharing my laughter with people whom I never knew existed before I came to this school. I may have lost contact with some, and may not know some that well, but just so you know, every single one of you are definitely engraved in my heart. It's not the big things in Life that changes me, but the little kind deeds that shape me into who I am today, and for that I am grateful for the people I have met, and for the people I have yet to befriend.
PS: I'm sorry to those who wanted to take photographs with me. I'm not being a spoil-sport, it's just that I dislike taking photos, so please understand.
Anyway, moving on to the enjoyable part.
Below are videos of some of my classmates and I, doing some "magic". It's pretty "bo-liao", but hey, it wouldn't be fun if no one did it!
Enjoy!
Probability-We fused Mathematics with MAGIC!
The Joker of my class who never fails to humour us with his terrorizing ideas, and quirky tricks!
You don't have to be a magician to do magic. My classmates prove that anyone can teleport!
Ever wondered what would happen if Mas Selamat could teleport?
Us @ Achievers learnt to change Kuan Hoe into me!
I hope you did enjoy the bo liao moments @ Achievers.
I promise for more videos and an update of Katie soon!
Loves~
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Letting Go
The thought of Graduating in a few days leaves me in a dilemma. I'm caught between wanting to stay behind and reminisce the past with good friends, and moving on and losing all my contacts.
Every day is a special day, and we pass each of this unique day with different experiences, be it a new gossip , a new crush or a fight with someone.
Sometimes I feel like isolating myself away from everyone, crying my heart out, hoping to wash away all sorrow, failure and problems. But other times, I want to build up a strong front, to face my problems and prove the people who looked down on me, wrong.
But sometimes, it's sickening.
It's puzzling sometimes to see people who can't wait to leave school but regret it on Graduation Day, or people who don't ever want to leave school, make the shocking decision to start anew once they graduate.
I'm still caught in between.
My recent, favourite song: Letting Go by Sozzi
It doesn't necessarily have to mean of a relationship.
Lyrics:
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
I still recall the words you said to me
It's what you did not say that sets me free
Now how can I find peace of mind when you keep coming back again?
It's okay for you to play this game of seesaw with my head
Now it hurts too much
And it hits too hard
And I won't play this part
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
So now I say the things I want to say
Sometimes it's better letting go this way
I'll always know
Down in my soul
We really had so far to go
I've given all I had to give
And now it's time for me to live
And I won't look back
And I won't regret
Though hurts like hell
Someday I will forget
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
To say that you've been thinkin
Cause I know it's just the drinkin
It's funny how we seem to end up here
I never thought I'd see this soul disappear
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
And this is letting go
This is letting go
This is letting go
This is letting go
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
To say that you've been thinking
Cause I know it's just the drinking
Every day is a special day, and we pass each of this unique day with different experiences, be it a new gossip , a new crush or a fight with someone.
Sometimes I feel like isolating myself away from everyone, crying my heart out, hoping to wash away all sorrow, failure and problems. But other times, I want to build up a strong front, to face my problems and prove the people who looked down on me, wrong.
But sometimes, it's sickening.
It's puzzling sometimes to see people who can't wait to leave school but regret it on Graduation Day, or people who don't ever want to leave school, make the shocking decision to start anew once they graduate.
I'm still caught in between.
My recent, favourite song: Letting Go by Sozzi
It doesn't necessarily have to mean of a relationship.
Lyrics:
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
I still recall the words you said to me
It's what you did not say that sets me free
Now how can I find peace of mind when you keep coming back again?
It's okay for you to play this game of seesaw with my head
Now it hurts too much
And it hits too hard
And I won't play this part
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
So now I say the things I want to say
Sometimes it's better letting go this way
I'll always know
Down in my soul
We really had so far to go
I've given all I had to give
And now it's time for me to live
And I won't look back
And I won't regret
Though hurts like hell
Someday I will forget
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
To say that you've been thinkin
Cause I know it's just the drinkin
It's funny how we seem to end up here
I never thought I'd see this soul disappear
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
And this is letting go
This is letting go
This is letting go
This is letting go
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
Don't call me
Don't write
Don't show up in the middle of the night
You know that
We needed
Some time and space to breathe
To say that you've been thinking
Cause I know it's just the drinking
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