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[Oct. 24th, 2009++06:04 pm] |
just,
a subtle reminder
its been 5 months
:)
and i want you to know.
i'm not going anywhere.
love,
xing |
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| hit back. |
[Oct. 20th, 2009++08:10 pm] |
i was disappointed when i saw what i have gotten. For the effort i had put into this, i'm sure i deserve much better. But no, i'm no where near even the average. this really sucks. Refreshing the page several times didnt change what i dont want to accept. Its kinda hard to deal with. But i've been here before, gotta hit right back. Just gotta keep believing, that i'll make it there right at the end.
and its no coincidence that at that point , all i wanted was to hear your voice.
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[Aug. 5th, 2009++12:40 am] |
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| letter for the 2 years old |
[Jun. 29th, 2009++03:22 am] |
today you lost something precious to you.
so sudden, it caught you off
i know you are feeling terrible.
i could see it in your eyes.
your puffy pink eye lids,
those crystal clear tears rolled.
each filled with so much emotions.
i'm never good with words.
mayb thats why i was there.
to make you feel what my words can nv do.
that i would have gotten you the stars,
just to make you smile,
like the little girl you are.
for your mama ~
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| The airplane is waiting for its only passenger to board. |
[Jun. 14th, 2009++02:17 pm] |
I've never done anything quite like this before, living life so precariously. Neither have i felt like time is always running out. I'm made to live like everyday is the last day. Living like this is tiring. draining. but at the same time the feeling is exhilarating real. mayb its why i cherished this much. its so excitingly beautiful. it gave me the courage to be brave for awhile to fight for something that shouldn't be. I'm never one to work within a timeline and now i find myself giving everything to keep the weak kindling burning. it feels like i've said everything. but somehow i havent. because words alone don't suffice how wonderfully wrong this whole thing is. as though the mistakes were there to be committed.
" can i have a double g burger, no veg, extra sugar and spice. "
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[May. 27th, 2009++08:17 pm] |
what changes somebody?
all your life you always believed
but
you wake up one day and realised your best is never gonna be good enough.
you lose that swagger.
you lose that edge.
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| 22 men and a ball |
[May. 7th, 2009++03:50 pm] |
What a week of champions' league football.
And Manchester United made it into the finals once again.
Everyone who watched last night's match between Chelsea and Barca would have seen the fiasco after the game. I'm not condoning the actions of any of the players neither am i condemning them. Because cliche it may sound, football really is a passionate game. Especially when so much is at stake. When you feel you had done enough or deserve to go through only to be denied at the last moment, you feel robbed. They were this <-----> near. I read many comments ' The players are a disgrace' - but their reactions after the match are a true indication of how much the game actually meant to them. Sportsmanship or not, nobody likes losing. And when the defeat hits you like how it hits the chelsea players, sense is really out of the window. i had my fair share of upheavals on the pitch down the years, so i know that when it happens, everything else just didn't matter.
Passion has its very unique ways of showing itself and yesterday just wasn't the nicest.
lets not heap on the misery any further.
Cruelty has no sympathy. For chelsea to be eliminated from this competition in such dramatic fashion consecutively, it must be hard to take. I feel for them, even more so for John Terry. A rematch against Man utd in the finals must be what he has been dying for since that very kick last year. This must be the best or rather the last few chances chelsea will have in making it to the finals again. The ghost of '08 remains to haunt and he will just have to live with the regret in him.
Manchester United vs Barcelona.
a dream final.
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| Back at one. |
[May. 3rd, 2009++10:32 pm] |
Just recovered from a small bout of flu. I guess all the late nights, all the champions league has taken its toll on me (again). It was good in a sense, i got to rest at home for a day just to catch up on my sleep. And that sure is precious. Now i make it a point to sleep earlier, just something my body has been trying to tell me all these while.
And i finally got to play soccer today. It took me only my first dash down the pitch to find out that - i'm seriously unfit. Few moments of brilliance here and there but that's all i could muster. but i really enjoyed myself out there. No words could suffice. Nothing ever comes close to this. Hopefully the match with Bp peeps at the end of the month is still on.
the smell of mud and grass never fails to trigger a flash flood of images, emotions, ambitions, regrets, nostalgia.
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| when fear strikes. |
[Apr. 30th, 2009++02:03 am] |
when i was young, i listened to my parents quarrel.
seeking solace behind that tattered and worn cushion,
with an influx of anger and fear.
i would try to isolate myself,
wishing i'd be somewhere else.
then i could hear the engine roar from within.
the speed needle raced as the rift escalated.
as though velocity was an indication of intensity.
feeling the wrath of every newton force, the torque from the 12-wheeler truck exerted,
on my little body.
as fear sets in,
i slowly understood what i didn't back then.
as i take it out on a long night drive,
down midnight highway.
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