As They Paint It To Be

You could be the better half of me, babyboy. :) I will love you, always and forever. I promise.

So yea, I hate maths.

The Waves Still Come

So we all have had this one moment when we had everything planned out. We all think to ourselves, this is going to go great, this is going to work out. But one day something happens and we finally realize that things don't always work out as we expect. But the irony is, we still continue expecting and planning for our future, our dreams, our goals, our lives ahead of us - the things we are going to accomplish in a certain period, the person we are going to commit to or marry, the grades we are going to get, the places we are going to go. I guess what they say is true, the greater the hope, the greater the despair. Yet, we still plan. We still expect. And we still fail. The cycle repeats countless times in our lives and that is when disappointment and heartaches seep in. Then, we also come to realize that things that once seem so vivid and clear now start to fade, they slowly become vague. But in that great moment of despair still lies a tiny speck of hope. And suddenly that little hope takes over and becomes just enough for us to pull through.

My God is so big,
So strong and so mighty,
My God is so big,
So strong and so mighty,
My God is so big,
So strong and so mighty,
There's nothing my God cannot do,
For you.

"I understand women."

"There's no man alive who could honestly say those words and mean them. It just isn't possible, so there's no use trying. But that doesn't mean you can't love them anyway. And that doesn't mean you should ever stop doing your best to let them know how important they are to you."

My head is throbbing. I know I need some rest, but it's not right.

Faraway Dream

Drawing, to me, is a form of expressing myself. When I am overwhelmed with emotions but lacking in words to express how I feel, I grab a pencil and paper, and I start drawing. The way I find inspiration or motivation to draw is when I am all alone, when I am thinking, or when I am overwhelmed with emotions of any kind. That also probably explains why I only draw when it is really late at night. It is then when the world is asleep, and all I am left with are my emotions, pencil, paper, and well of course, myself. So, really, if you ask me, drawing or sketching is a form of expressing my thoughts and feelings. It is never an obligation, or a job. I find my heart in drawing. But it is a shame that I lack the knowledge, that I don't know the right way to do it. All I do is draw what my heart tells me. I wish I were given more resources and knowledge in drawing. I want to explore the world of art. I want to know how far I can go with this. But then again, how far can it really take me? So maybe I'll just brush this thought aside, and pretend I never had it. It will be a little secret, and I will find another path. I fear the road not taken.

One more mark to an A2 for Physics, and she didn't give it to me. Now I'm thinking why didn't I go to school and check my marks earlier. And why did she have to be so cruel. ARGGHHH @(*#)$(@



I'm angry.

Lost At Sea

I want to read nice, deep, moving writings. But I guess they've all gone extinct. Fellow bloggers, what happened. :(

Over the sea and far away

She's waiting like an iceberg

Waiting to change

But she's cold inside

She wants to be like the water

All the muscles tighten in her face

Buries her soul in one embrace

They're one and the same

Just like water

The fire fades away

Most of everyday

Is full of tired excuses

But it's too hard to say

I wish it were simple

But we give up easily

You're close enough to see that

You're the other side of the world to me

On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike

But the time has come

To move along

The fire fades away

Can you help me

Can you let me go

And can you still love me

When you can't see me anymore

The fire fades away

Take These Broken Hearts and Leave.

Everyone's a hypocrite to a certain extent but I just cannot seem to comprehend how some people have the ability to be extremely hypocritical. Though, I sometimes wonder if hypocrites can be equated with confused people. They don't know what they want, so they say one thing, then they say another. It is actually because they are simply confused, but people view them as hypocrites. Do you get my drift? But it upsets me. Especially when you become the victim. It provokes me when someone becomes hypocritical, more so when I am not treated the way I should be. You know, no one should be taken advantage of. Not even you. But as I said, everyone is a hypocrite, including me. But only to a certain extent, that is.

I need to learn how to love. Join me?