i used to think that only fictional charactors are capable of falling in love, that love is just a realm, far away from reality. i used to get that weird feeling whenever i see a couple rejoice. i'd feel like shouting at their faces. like "WHASSUP WITH YOU PEOPLE AND ALL THESE LOVE YADA YADA THANG?". i just don't know why and how i have learnt to accept this love shiznit. like suddenly its okay for my friends to have crushes and date, like suddenly the fact that my brother has a girlfriend is sinking in, like suddenly love is one of the elements that makes the world go round... and then one day i fell in love with the nicest person ever. and he broke my heart because his heart shifted to another. then i realise that love causes pain too. though love lifts us up where we belong, love allows us to realise that there's always that one chance that we may be let down. love teaches me to penetrate the feeling, teaches me to be careful with whom i trust my heart with... its so damn ironic. one time, it may seem so redundant and at another, you just can't get enough of it. its rather pecular, supernatural, mysterious.. so... vague.
"what is love?
cos baby i don't know,
i've got a funny feeling in my heart.."
died-ed at
9:22 pm
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Look at the stars,
i can't beleive that i just slept at 1 am and woke up at 3.45 am just for my darling art observational sketches and i'm still not done yet. kaylarh, maybe half the time i was yawning and the time i used the computer for research was wasted. like what i am doing now. still got half and hour before i go to school. argh. argh. argh. art. love it, gotta complete it.
no comments larh hor............................
i still have not started on my 40 first-hand observational sketches, my amaths and emaths tys, my tuition homework, my physics assignment, and my english picture description. and oh yeah, literature assignment on the grass is singing. i haven't even completed reading that book. all i know that mary married dick because she felt that she had to get herself tied down for social acceptence and dick married mary because he needed company and he wanted children. and mary didn't want children cos she thought that children was a burden, and she had this grudge against the blacks. so the book is rather racist and its like a vicious cycle but thank God my teacher looks like an ape with a passion for literature, i actually find joy paying attention to her during her lessons and score a measly 25% for my term results. hoorah hoorah.
[edit]: got this from farhan's nick. and i love him for this quote.:
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